in which food and cornfields have come to be,
in which lives all that breathes and that moves,
May she confer on us the finest of her yield. Earth, in which the waters, common to all, moving on all sides, flow unfailingly, day and night,
may she pour on us milk in many streams, and endow us with luster.
May those born of thee, O Earth, be for our welfare, free from sickness and waste.
Wakeful through a long life, we shall become bearers of tribute to thee.
Earth, my mother, set me securely with bliss in full accord with heaven,
O wise one,
uphold me in grace and splendor.