O Ariadne, divine Mistress of the Labyrinth,
Queen of corners and that which lies behind them,
She who keeps us spry with new things to be found beyond each twist and turn,
You were rescued and wed by the noble Dionysus,
Crowned with stars and oxen horns,
Radiant as the constellations that now adorn your head,
Running wildly across the vineyards with your new spouse,
Laughing in the face of those who so foolishly abandoned you.
Ariadne, half-sister of the minotaur,
You take the abused into your arms,
Those who are lost in labyrinths of their own,
And you guide them through with red thread,
Showing them the way to their salvation with your gentle, honey-sweet words.
O Ariadne, most fair, wife of the wild Dionysus,
You are a sight to behold,
And all mortals who feel your embrace are very blessed indeed;
Lead us through the dark, through our own paths of uncertainty,
Through the great and twisting maze we call life,
With your ball of thread and a kind heart.
O divine mortal who has reached Olympus!