Upon the vast Earth, mortals set up their sacred altars, and upon her broad expanse, the skillful ones extend their sacrifices. The singers measure their chants upon her, and it is upon Earth that the bright offerings rise upward in worship. May this ever-growing Earth cause us, too, to flourish and prosper. O Earth, if anyone hates us, fights against us, or attacks us—whether by mind or by force—bind them for us, just as you did in ancient times. From you, O Earth, all mortals are born, and upon you they move. You bear both the two-footed and the four-footed, and upon you dwell the five races of humankind. For them, the immortal Sun spreads his rays among mortals. Grant that our offspring may be united and whole, O Earth; place sweet and harmonious speech within me. You are the universal mother of all plants, steadfast and upheld by cosmic law. May we walk upon you, all-supporting Earth, with happiness and safety. You have become mighty in your vast domain, O Earth, moving with great force and trembling swiftly. Indra, the mighty, guards you from harm. Shine for us, Earth, as gold shines in vision, and let no one injure us. Within you, Agni, the sacred fire, dwells—in the Earth, in the plants, in the waters, and in the rays of light. Agni is found within men, cows, and horses; truly, Agni is everywhere. From the sky, Agni burns, and through him the midspace is made wide. Mortals kindle Agni, the beloved carrier of offerings, fond of ghee. Clothed in Agni, you know the blackness of Earth; may your blazing power not make us harsh or sharp. Upon you, O Earth, mortals offer sacrifices to the gods, pouring clarified oblations. Upon you, mortals live and sustain themselves by their own food. May you grant us breath and life, O Earth, and do not make us old or feeble. O Earth, your fragrance—carried by plants, by waters, and shared by Gandharvas and Apsarases—let it make me fragrant, and let no one harm us. The fragrance that entered the lotus and was gathered at the wedding of Sūryā, the immortal fragrance from the beginning—by that, O Earth, make me fragrant and keep us safe. Your fragrance shines among men and women, among males and the fortunate; it glows in horses, heroes, wild beasts, and elephants, and radiates in maidens. O Earth, let this radiance flow to us, and let no one harm us. Stone and rock, dust and soil—you are all these, O Earth, held together and sustained. To you, with your golden bosom, I offer homage. Upon you, the trees and forest-lords stand firm forever. You, the all-supporting, upheld Earth, we approach with reverence. Whether rising, sitting, standing, or moving forward, may we not stumble upon you, O Earth, with either our right or left foot. I speak of you, O Earth—wide-ranging, patient, and strong through the power of sacred utterance. Bearing nourishment and food, rich in ghee, may we settle upon you. Let the pure waters flow over me, cleansing away all that is unlovely or harmful. With this purification, O Earth, I cleanse you. May your eastern, northern, lower, and western directions be pleasant for me to move in; may we not fall as we dwell upon this world. Do not drive us away from behind or before, nor from above nor below. Be auspicious for us, O Earth, and let not those who block our way cause us harm—ward off all that is dangerous. As far as my eyes can see upon you, O Earth, with the sun and the land, so far may my sight extend. May I not lose my vision, 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 it quickly grow back. O wide-ranging one, do not let me harm your vital parts or your heart. Your seasons—summer, rains, autumn, winter, cool, and spring—are established, along with your years, days, and nights. May you, O Earth, yield us your milk. You, O Earth, bear the serpent, kindle the fires, and hold the waters. You cast away foes, grant divine favor, and, choosing Indra, the mighty bull, you set yourself for the slayer of Vṛtra. Upon you, the sacrificial post is set, the altar is built, and priests worship with hymns, song, and ritual, preparing Soma for Indra to drink. Upon you, the ancient seers, creators of beings, sang out 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, people sing and dance, fight and shout, and the drum resounds. May you, O Earth, drive away our rivals and make us free from foes. Upon you, food, rice, and barley grow, and upon you dwell these five peoples. Homage to you, Earth, spouse of the rain-bringer, rich in rain. On your fields, the cities made by the gods stand, and upon you they perform their works. May Prajapati make you, the womb of all, fruitful for us in every region. Bearing treasures in many forms and hidden wealth, may you give me jewels and gold. O bountiful goddess, bestower of riches, grant us wealth and favor. Bearing people of many kinds and languages, of diverse customs, as a home, may you yield to me a thousand streams of wealth, like a steady, unshaken cow. Whatever serpent, scorpion, biting insect, or lurking creature lies hidden in you, O Earth—whatever moves, worm or crawling thing in the rainy season—let not the serpent approach us; with what is auspicious, be gracious to us. Those many paths created for people—the tracks for the chariot, the ways for travel, by which both good and evil move—may we conquer that path, free from enemies and thieves, and may it be auspicious and grant us favor. Patiently bearing soil and weight, enduring the end of both good and evil, Earth united with the boar gives herself to the boar, to the beast. Wild animals, beasts of the forest—lions, tigers, cannibals who roam—drive away the wolf, the evil one, the bear, the demon; keep them far from us, O Earth. Gandharvas, Apsarases, spies, Kimidins, all ghosts and demons—drive them away from us, O Earth. Upon you, two-footed birds descend—swans, eagles, and all flying creatures. Upon you, the wind, Mātariśvan, moves, stirring up dust and shaking trees with its force and rush. Upon you, black and red are joined—day and night established upon the earth. Encircled by the year, O Earth, grant us a beloved dwelling in your auspicious abode.