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Rh Women, my revel-rout, from alien homes

To share my rest and my wayfaring brought,

Uplift the cymbals to the Phrygian towns

Native, great Mother Rhea's device and mine,

And smite them, compassing yon royal halls

Of Pentheus, so that Kadmus' town may see.

I to Kithairon's glens will go, where bide

My Bacchanals, and join the dances there.

From Asian soil

Far over the hallowed ridges of Tmolus fleeting,

To the task that I love do I speed, to my painless toil

For the Clamour-king, hailing the Bacchanals' God with greeting.

Who is there in the way?

In the dwelling who lingereth? Forth! —and let each one, sealing

His lips from irreverence, hallow them. Now, in the lay

Dionysus ordains, will I chant him, his hymn outpealing.

O happy to whom is the blessedness given

To be taught in the mysteries sent from heaven,

Who is pure in his life, through whose soul the unsleeping

Revel goes sweeping!