Homeric Hymn XXX to Gaea
translation by Evelyn-White
I will sing of the well-founded Earth, Mother of all, eldest of all beings:
She feeds all creatures that are in the world, all that go upon the goodly land, all that are in the path of the seas, and all that fly; all these are fed of her store.
Through you, O Queen, we are blessed in our children, and in our harvest and to you we owe our lives. Happy are we who you delight to honor!
We have all things abundantly: our houses are filled with good things, our cities are orderly, our sons exult with feverish delight. (May they take no delight in war) Our daughters with flower-laden hands play merrily over the soft flowers of the field. (May they seek peace for all peoples)
Thus it is for those whom you honor, O holy Goddess, Bountiful spirit!
Hail Earth, Mother of the Gods,
freely bestow upon us for this our song that cheers and soothes the heart!
