Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest, Sweet and omnipotent¹ mother, O Earth！ Thine is the plentiful² bosom³ that feeds us, Thine is the womb where our riches have birth. We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute, With gifts of thy opulent giving we come； O source of our manifold gladness, we hail thee, We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal⁴ and drum.