Orphic Hymn 54. To Silenos, Satyros and the Bacchia
Incense: Powdered Frankincense
Hear me Bacchos’ foster father and nurturer,
by far the best of the Silenoi,
Honored by all the gods and by mortal men in the same triennial feasts.
Pure and honored marshal of pastoral band,
Wakeful reveler and companion of the fair-girt nurses,
Leader of the ivy-crowned Naiads and Bacchantes,
Take all the Satyrs- half men, half beasts-
and come howling to the Bacchic lord.
With the Bacchantes escort the holy Lenean procession,
In sacred litanies revealing torch-lit rites,
Shouting, thyrsus-loving, finding calm in the revels.