You've rented an elephant and a giraffe,
Put Silenus on a donkey, hired sturdy Bacchantes
To keep him from falling off. You've a chariot
With panthers hitched to it and any number
Of gleeful drunken folk one of whom
Is blowing a long horn. Bacchus, though
Isn't here; drinking glass after glass won't bring him.
Propped in his cart, loosely holding
The panthers' reins, is some local god
Without even a face yet. How beautiful he is!
How extremely terrifying!
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