The Calling of the Magos of Iakkhos

Recite,

Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ! Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ! Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ!

Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, whom the light amidst the darkness adorns, hear my cry O son of Zeus and Persephone occultly born. Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ!

Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, much-loved resident of these quarters, Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, come to this field for the dance with your holy followers, setting in motion the crown, which sits on your head, thick with myrtle-berries, boldly stamping the beat with your foot in the unrestrained fun-loving celebration, the dance overflowing with grace, dance sacred to the holy initiates!

Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, wake the fiery torches which you brandish in your hands, Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, brilliant star of the all-night celebration! The meadow is aflame with light; old men's knees cavort! They shake off the pain of long years in old age in their holy excitement. Hold your light aloft and lead the youthful chorus, Lord, to the lush flowers of the sacred ground!

Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ, whom the light amidst the darkness adorns, hear my cry O son of Zeus and Persephone occultly born. Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ!

Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ! Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ! Ο ΙΑΚΧΟΣ!

Rejoice gods, angels, daimons, spirits and immortal mortals of the Naos of Iakkhos, for Iakkhos himself, the ritual cry of the magical cosmos comes forth! Let my ability to speak and command not leave me. Let every god, archangel, angel, spirit, daimon and mortal pay attention to me, for I am the magos of the Naos and I command by the secret name of the Sun, ΑΧΕΒΥΚΡΟΜ, and coerce by the secret name of the Moon, ΑΚΤΙΩΦΗΣ! And unto the ages I shall cry out the secret name of Genesis, ΙΑΩΩΑΙ!