#bakkhos

Blessed is Dionysos, who dies and is reborn again with the making of the new wine.

Blessed is he who, when he was but an infant, was torn apart and destroyed-- but was renewed with life and transformed.

Blessed is he, who is called Bakkhos, Eleutherios, Liber, the Savior of all Men and Bringer of Madness. It is he who will deliver us from our weeping.

My Lord, may I be free from all stress and worry

O Eleutheros, O Liber!

May I rise up like the mighty grapevine

And may I create a path for myself wherever I see a dead end

Hail, O Bull-Horned God!

Now do I sing to the mighty Dionysus, 

who drives sailors to madness, flinging off their reefs, 

God of the grapevine and the leopard, 

Terrible god who causes maenads to dance and tremble before him - 

Son of Zeus, son of Semele, 

"Triumph of Bacchus"

I ask virtue of Thee

Thou art He who liberates and frees

Thou art He who loosens our chains

Thrice-Born, Lord of the Grapevine

We ascend with Thee

We rise with Thee

Thou art holy and pure

Mighty Lord, free us of that which binds the soul to the body

Lend virtue to us, O Son of the King

So that we may achieve likeness to Thee

O Prince of Olympos, we praise Thee eternally

Χαῖρε Διόνυσε

Dionysus I call loud sounding and divine

Fanatic god a two-fold shape is thine

Thy various names and attributes I sing

O first born thrice begotten Bacchic king

Rural, ineffable, two-form'd, obscure,

double-horn'd, with ivy crown'd, euion, pure

Bull-fac'd, and martial, bearer of the vine,

endu'd with counsel Eubouleos and divine:

Triennial, whom the leaves of vines adorn,

of Zeus and Persephone, occultly born

Immortal daimon, hear my suppliant voice,

give me in blameless plenty to rejoice;

And listen gracious to my mystic pray'r,

surrounded with thy choir of nurses fair.

Διονύσου, θυμίαμα, στύρακα

Κικλήσκω Διόνυσον ἐρίβρομον, εὐαστῆρα,

πρωτόγονον, διφυῆ, τρίγονον, Βακχεῖον ἄνακτα,

ἄγριον, ἄρρητον, κρύφιον, δικέρωτα, δίμορφον,

κισσόβρυον, ταυρωπόν, ἀρήϊον, εὔϊον, ἁγνόν,

ὠμάδιον, τριετῆ, βοτρυοτρὸφον, ἐρνεσίπεπλον.

Εὐβουλεῦ, πολύβουλε, Διὸς καὶ Περσεφονείης

ἀρρήτοις λέκτροισι τεκνωθείς, ἄμβροτε δαῖμον·

κλῦθι μάκαρ φωνῆς, ἡδὺς δ’ ἐπίπνευσον ἐνηής,

εὐμενὲς ἦτορ ἔχων, σὺν ἐυζώνοισι τιθήναις.

Dionúsou, thumíama, stúraka

Kiklḗskō Diónuson eríbromon, euastē̃ra,

prōtógonon, diphuē̃, trígonon, Bakkheĩon ánakta,

ágrion, árrhēton, krúphion, dikérōta, dímorphon,

kissóbruon, taurōpón, arḗïon, eúïon, hagnón,

ōmádion, trietē̃, botruotròphon, ernesípeplon.

Eubouleũ, polúboule, Diòs kaì Persephoneíēs

arrhḗtois léktroisi teknōtheís, ámbrote daĩmon;

klũthi mákar phōnē̃s, hēdùs d’ epípneuson enēḗs,

  Des chaînes humaines transmettent les savoir acquis au-delà des âges. De l’une à l’autre, on remonte toujours plus haut, aussi loin que possible, comme le saumon le torrent.

Grâce à Clément d’Alexandrie, au 2ème siècle, on a sauvé de l’oubli vingt-deux fragments d’Héraclite (les fragments 14 à 36 selon la numérotation de Diels-Kranz), sur un total de cent trente-huit.

« Rôdeurs dans la nuit,…