Dionysos Kalokagathos,
you have walked among
Greeks and Thrakians,
Lydians and Phrygians,
Egyptians and Syrians,
the peoples of India,
and every nation that
welcomed your mysteries.
You have never belonged
to one race alone,
for the whole earth
is your vineyard.
Teach us to see
neighbors before strangers,
kin before enemies,
and fellow pilgrims
before divisions of blood.
May every people
offer its own songs,
its own wisdom,
and its own gifts,
until the many become
a single chorus of praise
to the Deathless Gods.