Erce, Erce, Erce, Mother Earth
May Ing, the eternal king and bringer of new sun grant thee
Fields fertile and flourishing
Fruitful & full of vigor.
Bright shafts of shining millet
And broad crops of barley
And white wheaten crops
And all the crops of Earth
Grant the owner, oh king of new life
That his land be fortified against all foes.
And defended against all harm
From sorcerers sewn throughout the land
Now I pray to the greatest of kings
That no cunning woman, nor crafty man
may weaken the words that are uttered here.