Upon the vast and ancient Earth, the oceans, rivers, and all waters find their resting place. Upon her, food and peoples have sprung forth, and the entire world moves and breathes upon her bosom. May this Earth, so foundational and nurturing, place us in the foremost and best of positions. Her four directions themselves are her expanse, and upon her, the bounty of food and the multitude of peoples have arisen. She bears life in countless forms—may she grant us a place among cattle and abundance. Upon this Earth, the people of old enacted their deeds, and upon her, the gods triumphed over the demons. May she now bestow upon us the wealth, strength, and glory seen in cattle, horses, and offspring. She is the supporter of all, rich in treasures, a firm foundation, golden-breasted, the very seat of the world, bearing within her the universal fire. May she, together with Indra and the Bull among the gods, grant us prosperity. The sleepless gods themselves watch over her—the all-giving, unfailing Earth. May she, ever nourishing, pour forth her sweetness and splendor upon us. In the beginning, the waters rested upon her in the ocean’s depths. The wise sought her out with their thoughts, and her heart, shrouded in truth and immortality, lies in the highest heaven. May this Earth grant us strength and power in the highest realms. Upon her, the ever-moving waters flow together, day and night, without ceasing. May this Earth, rich in streams, pour forth abundance and nourish us with her splendor. The Aśvins measured her, Viṣṇu strode across her, and mighty Indra made her unconquered for himself. May this Earth, our mother, pour out her milk for her children. Her mountains are her peaks, her snowy ranges and forests her adornment. May she be pleasant for us—the variegated, the steadfast Earth, protected by Indra—unconquered, unhurt, unbroken. Upon her, I take my stand. Whatever is your middle, O Earth, and whatever is your navel, and those forms of strength that have arisen from your body—upon these may we be placed; may you overflow upon us. You are the mother, and I am your child; Parjanya is the father—may he fill us with abundance. Upon you, O Earth, the altar is set, and the all-crafting ones extend the sacrifice. Upon you, singers measure their chants, and the bright offerings rise upward. May you, ever growing, make us flourish. Whoever hates us, whoever fights or attacks us in thought or deed—O Earth, bind them for us as you did in ancient times. From you, O Earth, mortals are born and upon you they move—both two-footed and four-footed. The five races of men are yours, and for them the immortal Sun spreads his rays among mortals. May our offspring be united and whole; place sweet speech within me, O Earth. You are the universal mother of plants, the steadfast Earth upheld by law. May we move upon you, O all-supporting one, in happiness and safety. You have become great in your vast abode, mighty and moving with great force, trembling swiftly. Mighty Indra guards you from harm. Shine forth for us, O Earth, as gold in vision; let no one injure us. Agni dwells within you, O Earth, in the plants, in the waters, in the rays of the sun; Agni is within men, cows, and horses—Agni is everywhere. Agni blazes from the sky; through him, the midspace is made wide. Mortals kindle Agni, the carrier of offerings, beloved of ghee. Clad in Agni and knowing the blackness of Earth, may she not make us sharp with her blazing power. Upon you, O Earth, men offer sacrifice to the gods; upon you, mortals live and feed themselves. May you grant us breath and life; let us not be made decrepit. The fragrance that arises from you, O Earth, which is carried by the plants, the waters, and shared by Gandharvas and Apsarases—by that fragrance, make me fragrant; let no one harm us. The fragrance that entered the lotus at the wedding of Sūryā, the immortal fragrance from the beginning—by that, O Earth, make me fragrant; let no one harm us. Your fragrance among men and women, among males, in horses, heroes, wild beasts, and elephants, the radiance in a maiden—by that, O Earth, let it flow to us; let no one harm us. Stone, rock, dust—all these are Earth, held together and sustained. To her, golden-bosomed, I offer homage. Upon you, O Earth, the trees and forest-lords stand firm forever; the all-supporting, upheld Earth—we approach her with reverence. Whether rising, sitting, standing, or moving forward—may we never stumble upon Earth with our right or left foot. I speak of the Earth, wide-ranging and patient, who has grown strong through the power of sacred utterance; bearing nourishment and food, O Earth rich in ghee, may we settle upon you. Let the pure waters flow over my body; whatever is unlovely or harmful, may we set it aside. With purification, O Earth, I cleanse you. Your eastern, northern, lower, and western directions, O Earth—may they be pleasant for us; may we not fall as we dwell upon you. Do not drive us away from behind or before, nor from above nor below. O Earth, be auspicious for us; let not those who block the way harm us—ward off all that is dangerous. As far as my sight can reach upon you, O Earth, with the sun and the land, so far may my vision extend; may I not lose my sight nor my highest span. Whether lying down, turning to the south, seeking friendship, lying on your western side, or resting upon your back—do not harm us, O Earth, in any part or limb. Whatever I dig from you, O Earth, may that quickly grow back; O wide-ranging one, let me not harm your vital parts nor your heart. Your seasons—summer, rains, autumn, winter, cool, and spring—are established; your years, days, and nights—may you, O Earth, yield us your milk. She who, wide-ranging, bears the serpent, in whom fires are kindled, who holds the waters, who casts away foes and grants divine favor, and who chose mighty Indra, the bull, to set the Earth for the slayer of Vṛtra. Upon you, O Earth, the sacrificial post is set, the altar built; upon you, priests worship with hymns and ritual, and the officiants prepare Soma for Indra to drink. Upon you, the ancient seers, creators of beings, sang with cows; seven by their rite, with sacrifice and austerity, together with the maker. May you, O Earth, grant us the wealth we desire; may Bhaga assign it to us, and may Indra, the foremost, come before us. Upon you, O Earth, people sing and dance; upon you, mortals dwell, fight, shout, and the drum resounds. May you drive away our rivals and make us free from foes. Upon you, food, rice, and barley grow; upon you, these five peoples dwell. Homage to you, O spouse of the rain-bringer, rich in rain. Thus, with reverence and gratitude, we praise and honor the Earth, source of all life and abundance, our steadfast mother and eternal support.