Chapter 31 Song of Prospin
Song of Prospin
——When she was picking flowers in the Onna grassland
1
Majestic goddess, Mother Earth,
From your immortal breast,
God, man, and beast were given life,
Flowers and leaves also burst from there;
Please give your most sacred life
Pass it on to your children, Prosperine.
2
If these young flowers
fed by your night dew,
And thus breeds fragrance and color,
Become the pride of this beautiful season;
Please give your most sacred life
Pass it on to your children, Prosperine.
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Translated by Cha Liangzheng