プリティヴィー（大地母神讃歌）Prthivi

THOU, of a truth, O Prthivi, bearest the tool that rends the hills: Thou rich in torrents, who with might quickenest earth, O Mighty One.

汝は、まことに、プリティヴィーよ、丘を引き裂く道具を担う。奔流に富む汝、力をもって大地を活気づける汝、力ある者よ。

To thee, O wanderer at will, ring out the lauds with beams of day, Who drivest, like a neighing steed, the swelling cloud, O bright of hue.

汝に、意のままにさまよう者よ、昼の光線とともに讃歌が鳴り響く、いななく馬のように、膨れ上がる雲を駆る汝に、明るい色の者よ。

Who graspest with thy might on earth. e'en the strong sovrans of the wood, When from the lightning of thy cloud the rain-floods of the heaven descend.

汝の力をもって大地の上で森の強い主権者たちさえもつかむ汝に、汝の雲の稲妻から天の雨の洪水が降りて来るときに。