Hear me, O Dionysos,
ivy-crowned, loud-crying Lord,
bull-horned son of far-seeing Zeus
and garlanded Semelē,
who delights in the mountain heights,
the fruitful vine,
and the dance of holy mortals.

Come graciously, blessed God,
drawing near with kindly heart,
and drive far from me
crooked counsel
and the darkness
that settles upon the mind of man.

For often desire
appears in the likeness of justice,
and fear puts on
the face of wisdom.
The tongue speaks fair,
while the heart plots another road.
But nothing is hidden
from the deathless Gods.

Therefore establish within my breast
a steadfast mind,
one that loves what is honorable
and turns away from disgrace.
Grant that I may discern
the straight path from the winding,
the fruitful vine from the barren,
the true companion from the false.

If ever anger blinds me, bridle it.
If pride exalts me, humble it.
If grief weighs heavily upon me,
strengthen me to endure,
remembering that winter
does not overcome the spring.

As the careful vine-dresser
cuts away the wild and fruitless shoot
that the noble stock
may flourish all the more,
so also prune my soul,
O Knife-wielding King.
Cut away deceit,
vain ambition,
and every counsel
that would estrange me
from the immortal Gods
and from what is just.

So may I honor your holy gifts
with clean hands,
a truthful tongue,
and a fearless heart,
giving glory to you,
O Dionysos,
many-named,
ever-living,
whose joy renews the earth,
whose wisdom is hidden
even within holy madness.

Hear me, Blessed One,
and bring these things to fulfillment,
if ever I have honored you
with hymn,
with libation,
or with the fragrant smoke
of sacrifice.