26. For Gaia

Divine Gaia, mother of blessed ones
and mortal humans, nourisher of all
and the giver of everything, the nurse
of endings and destroyer of all things—
you bring forth growth in the lovely seasons
bearing fruit and full to bursting. You are
the seat of the deathless cosmos, brightly
decorated maiden. You through the pangs
of labor bear varieties of fruits.

Eternal, the most revered, deep-chested
with a blessed portion, you rejoice in sweet
breaths of the newly sprung plants, flower-decked
daimon. You delight in rain, and around
you spins the brightly wrought cosmos of stars,
in its eternally flowing nature
and awesome streams. And now holy goddess
may you swell the fruits that bring great delight.
Kind hearted, be with the blessed in season.