IO IAKKHOS! IO EUOI! IAKKHOS EUOI! IO IAKKHOS! Whom the light amidst the darkness adorns, hear my cry O son of Zeus and Persephone occultly born. IO IAKKHOS! IO IAKKHOS, much-loved resident of these quarters, IO IAKKHOS! IO IAKKHOS, come to this field for the dance with your holy followers, setting in motion the crown which sits on your head, thick with myrtle-berries, boldly stamping the beat with your foot in the unrestrained fun-loving celebration, the dance overflowing with grace, dance sacred to the holy initiates! IO IAKKHOS! IO IAKKHOS, wake the fiery torches which you brandish in your hands, IO IAKKHOS! IO IAKKHOS, brilliant star of the all-night celebration! The meadow is aflame with light; old men's knees cavort! They shake off the pain of long years in old age in their holy excitement. Hold your light aloft and lead the youthful chorus, lord, to the lush flowers of the sacred ground! IO IAKKHOS, whom the light amidst the darkness adorns, hear my cry O son of Zeus and Persephone occultly born. IO IAKKHOS! I call Thesmophoros, Dionysos spermatic god, Eubouleus of various names, who bears the leafy rod; Misa, ineffable, pure, sacred queen, twofold Iakkhos, male and female seen. Illustrious, whether to rejoice is thine in incense offered in the fane divine; of if in Phrygia most thy soul delights, perform with thy mother sacred rites; or if the land of Cyprus is they care, pleased with the well crowned Cythereia fair; or if exulting in the fertile plains with thy dark Mother, where she reigns, with nurses pure attended, near the flood of sacred Egypt, thy divine abode; wherever resident, benevolent attend, and in perfection these our labours end.