This body is my earth,
I till its soil by my works,
My breath is the season’s winds,
And my mind the sky-blue stretch.
My patient lone farming heart,
Gazes through clouds that obscure,
For a glimpse of Sun, radiant and pure,
For my earth rounds a Sun it knows not.
O Nourisher, pour thy cow-radiances,
Upon this parched soil long unrained.
O Uplifter, release thy horse-forces,
Into all my bodies by vitality abandoned.
O Master of Destinies, I gather all this earth-body,
And submit it all to the feet of Thee.