Oh Dionysos, you come from the distant heavenly spaces with the horses of the sun.
The Earth waits teary-eyed like a woman in prayer.
Oh Dionysos, Dionysos!
over our heads we hear the roar of the hooves of your horses.
Liberation, liberation,
sing the fresh reins.
Oh Dionysos, Dionysos,
I cling to your horses,
with madness-stricken hands I cling to your chariot’s wheels.
The madness-stricken can do anything.
Like a ray of spring sun I descend into your chariot.
Around us there is only the spring-blue space.
When bird choirs cheer over the Earth,
your horses move like the storm.
All heavenly spaces sing resurrection.