namque fluentisono prospectans litore Diae,
Thesea cedentem celeri cum class tuetur
indomitos in corde gerens Ariadna furores,
necdum etiam sese quae visit visere credit,
utpote fallaci quae tum primum excita somno
desertam in sola miseram se cernat harena.
immemor at iuvenis fugiens pellit vada remis,
irrita ventosae linquens promissa procellae.
quem procul ex alga maestis Minois ocellis,
saxea ut effigies bacchantis, prospicit, eheu,
For Ariadne looking out from the resounding shore of Naxos,
She watches Theseus going with his quick fleet
Carrying untamed furies in her heart,
Not even yet does she believe that she was looking at the things she sees,
As is natural she perceives that she, wretch that she is, has been abandoned on the
lone sand, having just then been roused from deceptive sleep.
But the unmindful youth, as he flees, pushes the seawater with oars,
Leaving behind unfulfilled promises, [leaving them] to the windy gust.
The daughter of Minos from the algae with sad little eyes sees that one at a distance,
stony as a bacchante's statue, alas,
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