O Earth goddess, mother of the blessed, and of mortal humans,
nourisher of all, all-giver, bringer of endings, all-destroyer,
bloom-grower, fruit-bearer, brimming with fair seasons;
foundation of the deathless cosmos, o polychrome maiden,
you who with labor pangs produce fruit of many kinds;
everlasting, greatly revered, deep-breasted, fortunate of fate,
rejoicing in sweet-breathing foliage, o many-blossomed divinity;
delighting in rain, around whom the rich-wrought cosmos revolves
with the ever-flowing form and fearsome currents of the stars.
Still, o blessed goddess, may you strengthen joyful crops,
keeping a kindly heart, accompanied by fortunate seasons.