Dionysus, the God of Abundant Clusters

I begin to sing of ivy crowned dionysus, the loud, crying god. The rich haired nymphs received him in their bosoms from the lord. He then began he to wander continually through the woody combs thickly wreathed with ivy and laurel. From that season onwards, for many a year, to art Artemis. And now i will remember you and another song, also,. I begin to singing of pallas. Bright eyed, inventive, unbending of heart, pure virgin saviour of cities. Courageous trito genia from his awful head, wise zeus himself, bare her arrayed in warlike arms of flashing gold