Gaia, mother of all, hard, splendid rock
Eldest of all beings, I sing the greatness of Earth
She feeds the worlds creatures, those on sacred land
those in the paths of the sea, those that fly in air
All are hers, she feeds them from her sacred store.
Fair children and good harvests depend on her blessing
She provides for us to life and when she withholds we die
Joyous and grateful is the man she delights to honor
His orchard grows heavy with fruit, his land heavy with grain
His pastures teem with cattle, his house holds many goods.
Such men rule with just laws in cities with fair women
Beauty, wealth and good fortune follow in plenty
Their children exalt in ever fresh delight
free to enjoy your woods and meadows
Such are those you honor, holy goddess, generous spirit
Mother of gods, bride of the starry sky
In this and other songs I will keep your memory alive.