...i saw bacchus showing a song on the distant
removed rocks credit of descendents and showing nymphs
and hearing of the wise rural dieties Satyrs...

a cry of joy the mind wavers because of the recent show
with fear and a full chest of bacchus , clouded being rejoiced
joy, forbear freedom forbear the serious, needing to fear Thyrsus...

it is right for me to be steadfast to Maenadas and to the juice
wine of the fountain and it is right for me to sing to the copious streams
and it it right for me to renew from the porous trunks of trees with dripping honey...

it is right that you join the rich added to the honorable in the stars
don't abate, the destroyed roofs in collapse of Pentheus king of Thebes
and the death of the Thracian Lycurgus...

you prevail on the current ,you prevail on the barbarous sea
you divide the water, you entwined in the snake knot
you preserve the plume of Bistonidus without deceit...

you of ancestry with royal powers, the throng may mount,
by great difficulty,to the unlawful royal powers
the centaur Rhoetus , you twisted back , by lions, hoofs
and to astonishing, evil...

nevertheless the more apt metrical foot , and having said by sport with jests
you were not suitable enough, to be brought to the fight
but you were the same of peace amidst war...

innocent Cerberus saw you with golden horn, gently graceful
ruining, the tail, and the three tongues retreating in the mouth,
the feet pushed the supports...