Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest, Sweet and omnipotent mother, O Earth！ Thine is the plentiful bosom 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 cymbal and drum.