Let's raise our gla**es to the mænads
The drunken, raving ones
Who in intoxicated exaltation
Will hunt you down
Who will howl and bellow
Who will let you taste their naked flesh
Under fawn fox skins and with thieves' can't
Wrap their snakes around
They lick the honey-trickle
From vine-clad long sticks
Let's propose a toast to substitutes and prostitutes
Those who lay naked spread on panther skin
After the maniacal revelling and raging hysteria
And feats of madness and loud bang of drums
And crashing of cymbals, sparagmos and omophagia
Praise the rapture of these rites
You'll find yourselves within a droning frenzy
You'll find yourselves engirdled by moist, damp bodies
Of the women of the Amphissa
Whose mouths are greedy with blood
A drop of blood on carnal lips
Are licked with an ivy-poisoned tongue
Wild, lively eyes project venereal ardour
And what will you do?
You will raise your gla** for good health
Pour me some more!
As I slide my fingertip down the rima vulva
As I s** milk from phantom breasts
Lap wine from Earth's womb
While serpents glide through sweat
In a ritualistic movement
Let's raise our gla**es to these nurses
And praise their mere existence
To the mountains! To the mountains!