| I will sing to the mother of all, firmly rooted Gaia, | |
| the oldest deity, who feeds all the world’s life— | |
| whether on divine land, in the deep sea, | |
| or flying about—all beings feed from your plenty. | |
| Fine children and rich harvests arise from you, | |
| O Queen; you alone give mortal folk a livelihood | |
| or take it away. The one you graciously honor | |
| is truly blessed. For him all is abundant: | |
| his life-giving fields bear fruit, flocks thrive | |
| in his pastures, his house is full of good things. | 10 |
| Such men rule with just laws cities of lovely women. | |
| Great good fortune and wealth follow them: | |
| their sons rejoice with fresh-blooming cheer, | |
| and in flower-laden choruses their joyful daughters | |
| play, skipping in the grass among soft blossoms. | |
| Happy those you honor, august Goddess, abundant spirit! | |
| Farewell, mother of the gods, wife of starry Ouranos. | |
| Gladly grant a welcome livelihood for my song— | |
| but I will remember you and the rest of the song. | |