O Angry Earth,
We have relinquished our claim to you.
How patient you were! How lovely your face, young maiden!
How many blessings you gave us!
Now, crone, your storm clouds roil
And your teeth are bared.
You prepare to expel us, your arrogant tenants,
In search of a new people
To be crowned your consort.
O Goddess, help us become that people.
Seep into our minds and hearts;
Fertilize the grass with the work of our hands.
Allow our bodies to become sacred things.
Help us love you once again.