Hail Saôtês,
O Iacche, Zagreu, Sabazië,
Savior three-times born:
In darkness, twilight and noonday glory,
Born to Death and passed on to Life,
Crowned a pauper and ousted a King.
Hear me, Bacchus; behold my soul, and me
Unto Thy Retinue enjoin.
So to break these Titan chains
And lift my spirit up to Light.
Eíthe — may it be thus!