Great nurse of Bacchus, to my prayer incline,
For holy Sabus’ secret rites are thine,
The mystic rites of Bacchus’ nightly choirs,
Composed of sacred, loud-resounding fires.
Hear me, terrestrial mother, mighty queen,
Whether on Ida’s holy mountain seen,
Or if to dwell in Tmolus thee delights,
With holy aspect come, and bless these rites.