His beautifully crafted cup was there
No other man drank from it the fire-colored wine
And neither did he librate from it to any god other than father Zeus
Taking it from the chest he purified it with sulphur first then washed it with beautiful flowing water
Washed his own hands and drew the fire-colored wine
Then standing in the middle of the courtyard he prayed and spilled the wine with his eyes to the sky
And he did not go unnoticed by Zeus who rejoices in thunder
Zeus king Dodonian Pelasgian you who dwell far away who rule over harsh Dodona
Where the Selloi dwell around you