I will sing of well-founded Earth, mother of all, globe of our birth.
She feeds all creatures, all that go upon the goodly land,
And all that are in the paths of the seas, and all that fly:
All these are fed of her store.
Through you, O queen, women are blessed in their children and blessed in their harvests,
And to you it belongs to give means of life to mortal women and to take it away.
Happy is the woman whom you delight to honor!
She has all things abundantly: her fruitful land is laden with corn,
Her pastures are covered with cattle, and her house is filled with good things.
Such women rule orderly in their cities:
Great riches and wealth follow them:
Their daughters exult with ever-fresh delight,
Their daughters in flower-laden bands play
They skip merrily over the soft flowers of the field.
Thus is it with those whom you honor
O holy goddess, bountiful spirit.
I will sing of well-foundedEarth,
Mother of all, eldest of all beings.
She feeds all creatures that are in the world,
All that go upon the goodly land,
And all that are in the paths of the seas,
And all that fly: all these are fed of her store.
Through you, O queen, women are blessed in their children
And blessed in their harvests,
And to you it belongs to give means of life
To mortal women and to take it away.
Happy is the woman whom you delight to honor!
She has all things abundantly:
Her fruitful land is laden with corn,
Her pastures are covered with cattle,
And her house is filled with good things.
Such queens rule orderly in their cities of fair women:
Great riches and wealth follow them:
Their daughters exalt with ever-fresh delight,
Their daughters in flower-laden bands play
And skip merrily over the soft flowers of the field.
Thus is it with those whom you honor
O holy goddess, bountiful spirit!
