The Maker of the world sought her with oblations when she was shrouded in the depth of the ocean. A vessel of gladness, long cherished in secret, the earth was revealed to mankind for their joy.
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 60
Primeval Mother, disperser of Men, you, far-flung Earth, fulfill all our desires. Whatever you lack, may the Lord of creatures, the First-born of Right, supply to you fully!
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 61
May your dwellings, O Earth, free from sickness and wasting, flourish for us! Through a long life, watchful, may we always offer to you our tribute!
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 62
O Earth, O Mother, dispose my lot in gracious fashion that I be at ease. In harmony with all the powers of Heaven set me, O Poet, in grace and good fortune!
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 63
Just as the mighty earth bore the seed of all life, so may you carry the child and bring forth a son!
Atharva Veda VI, 17, 1
