Thy lap O Gaia my mother Earth
where we all offsprings rest,
and quench our perennial thirst
from thy ever-flowing breast.
Fetch me O beloved mother
to thy empowering lap,
for thy son is solitary and hurt
and unable to cross the gap.
Nobody can ever deny thy sons,
a chance to receive thy nectar,
Thy grace and this blessed love
is sacred and benefactor.
Nothing is more painful to me
than her aloofness and nonchalance.
My heart seeks her relentlessly
and the mind has lost its balance.
From trust springs the love
and from the love, sacrifice.
She, ignorant of my true love,
is turning me into an edifice
It\'ll be disgraceful to die
for such want across the gap.
before I vanish, O mother,
take me in thy graceful lap.