Io Dionysus!
Io! Io!
my voice is not delicate
my words are not winged
but still i sing out to You!
with a heart consumed with drunkenness
and a tongue wagging for even more!
More of You, Manikos,
would shatter me.
so shatter me!
my crackling voice
calls out again
Mad God—come and shatter me!
Io! Io! Io!