we swear by the hard earth that supports us,
and by the dust that crowns us at last;
by the breath that infuses us with life,
and inspires us with good and honest strife;
by the fire that gives our body and mind light,
and cooks our food and comforts us at night;
by the water that makes all life vibrant,
and our land fruitful, happy and verdant;
we swear by the womb by which all takes birth,
and by the love that triumphs over death.
we lift our hands in praise of your presence,
and proudly laugh at time’s swift senescence.
darvish finds in nature your real mercy:
all that passes speaks of your true glory!
