Deo, divine mother of all,
goddess of many names,
revered Demeter, nurturer of youths,
giver of prosperity and wealth,
you nourish the ears of corn,
O giver of all,
you delight in peace
and in toilsome labor.
Present at sowing, heaping, and threshing,
O spirit of the unripe fruit,
in the sacred valley of Eleusis.
Charming and lovely,
you give sustenance to all mortals;
you were the first to yoke
the ploughing ox,
the first to send up from below a rich,
a lovely harvest for mortals.
You are growth and blooming,
O illustrious companion of Bromios,
torch-bearing and pure,
you delight in the summer’s yield.
From beneath the earth you appear,
gentle to all,
O holy and youth-nurturing lover
of children and of fair offspring.
You woke your chariot
to bridled dragons,
round your throne
you whirl and howl in ecstacy.
You are an only daughter, but you have many children
and many powers over mortals;
the variety of flowers reflect
your myriad faces and your sacred blossoms.
Come, O blessed and pure one,
come with the fruits of the summer,
bring the welcome rule of law,
bring riches, too, and prosperity,
and bring health that governs all.