Orphic Hymn 54

To Silenus, Satyrus, And The Priestesses Of Bacchus

THE FUMIGATION FROM MANNA. Great nurse of Bacchus, to my pray’r incline, Silenus, honour’d by the pow’rs divine; And by mankind at the triennial feast, Illustrious dæmon, reverenc’d as the best: Holy, august, the source of lawful rites, Phrenetic pow’r, whom vigilance delights; Surrounded by thy nurses young and fair, Naiads and Bacchic Nymphs who ivy bear, With all thy Satyrs on our incense shine, Dæmons wild-form’d, and bless the rites divine. Come, rouse to sacred joy thy pupil king, And Brumal Nymphs with rites Lenæan bring; Our orgies shining thro’ the night inspire, And bless, triumphant pow’r, the sacred choir.