Dear Friend
This poem is about Ariadne. I am giving a brief history of Ariadne for your reference.
[History: The Prince of Athens, Theseus,
fell in love with Ariadne, the clever and beautiful Princess of
Crete and agreed to take her with him to Athens. As they were on their way
to Athens the ship stopped at Naxos Isle. Dionysus, the Greek god of Wine and
Manly Beauty, fell in love with Ariadne as she was wandering through the woods,
and cast a spell over her. She forgot all about Theseus and willingly became
the wife of Dionysus. For further information on this, please refer to Nonnos'
Dionysiaca.]
Come hither, Ariadne, dear,
Over marsh and dry ground, moor and mere;
Thou hast journeyed a weary mile;
Come, rest thy weary dark eyes a while.
I, Dionysus, claim thee for wife;
Love, let us live joyfully and without strife.
Leave thy Theseus,
Who is as conceited as if he were the son of Zeus;
But take me instead,
The God of Wine and Manly Beauty;
And bid me prepare thy bridal bed.
Thank you.
Anubhuti
