I

Telluris ingens conditor, O mighty Creator of the earth, mundi solum qui eruens, who, uncovering the world’s foundation, pulsis aquae molestiis drove away the troubles of the waters terram dedisti immobilem, and gave the land unmoving.

II

Ut germen aptum proferens, Bringing forth the fitting seed, fulvis decora floribus, adorned with golden blossoms, fecunda fructu sisteret that it might stand fruitful with yield pastumque gratum redderet, and render grateful nourishment.

III

Mentis perustae vulnera Cleanse the wounds of the scorched mind munda viroris gratia, with the grace of verdant life, ut facta fletu diluat so that deeds may be washed by tears motusque pravos adterat. and twisted impulses be subdued.

IV

Iussis tuis obtemperet, May one obey your commands, nullis malis approximet, approach no evil, bonis repleri guadeat, rejoice to be filled with good, et mortis actum nesciat. and know not the sway of death.