Hear me, blessed Ariadne, star-crowned queen,
Daughter of far-ruling Minos,
Sacred mistress of the winding Labyrinth,
Keeper of hidden ways and silent turnings.

You who dwell where the secret passages coil,
Guardian of the holy maze wrought by wise Daedalus,
Mistress of paths no mortal eye can follow,
Whose thread reveals the fate concealed in darkness.

Sister of the star-born bull-prince,
Fair companion of Asterion,
Whose shining name recalls the heavens;
You mourned the hidden child of the labyrinthine halls.

Web-weaving lady, subtle as the spider,
Whose shining strands bind fate and guide the wanderer;
From your immortal fingers flows the path
That leads through shadow toward the dawning light.

Honey-voiced queen, bee-goddess of sweet labor,
Mistress of humming swarms and golden combs,
Whose sacred nymphs in ordered circles move,
Guarding the nectar of immortal rites.

Bride of roaring Dionysus, ivy-crowned lord,
Beloved who rose from mortal grief to godhead;
You walk beside the thunder of his thyrsus,
Joy-bearing mother of the Bacchic host.

Leader of the wild Maenads,
Torch-bearing guide of mountain revels,
Who dances through the midnight forest
With holy frenzy and liberating cry.

Star-diademed maiden of the heavens,
Your crown now burns among the deathless lights,
A circling wreath the gods themselves exalted.

O Ariadne, mistress of the turning path,
Giver of thread through doubt and shadow,
Kindly attend the sacred song I raise—
Grant wisdom in the labyrinth of mortal life.

Reveal the hidden center of the spiral,
Teach us the weaving of the fated way;
And with your honeyed grace and Bacchic joy
Lead us from darkness to the dancing stars.