Gold tablet from Pelinna
νῦν ἔθανες καὶ νῦν ἐγένου, τρισόλβιε, ἄματι τῶιδε.
εἰπεῖν Φερσεφόναι σ’ ὅτι Βάκχιος αὐτὸς ἔλυσε·
ταῦρος εἰς γάλα ἔθορες·
αἶψα εἰς γάλα ἔθορες·
κριὸς εἰς γάλα ἔπεσες.
οἶνον ἔχεις εὐδαίμονα τιμὴν.
κἀπιμένει σ’ ὑπὸ γῆν τέλεα ἅσσαπερ ὄλβιοι ἄλλοι.
Now you have died and now you have been born, thrice blessed one, on this day.
Say to Persephone that Bakchios himself freed you.
A bull you rushed to milk.
Quickly, you rushed to milk.
A ram you fell into milk.
You have wine as your fortunate honor.
And rites await you beneath the earth, just as the other blessed ones.
Tagged: dionysos, heroes, orpheus, persephone, spirits
