Circlesong: Part I, Birth. Newborn

Newborn, on the naked sand

Nakedly lay it

Next to the earth mother

That it may know her

Having good thoughts of her, the food giver

Newborn, we tenderly

In our arms take it

Making good thoughts

Housegod, be entreated

That it may grow from childhood to adulthood

Happy, contented

Beautifully walking

The trail to old age

Having good thoughts of the earth its mother

That she may give it the fruits of her being

Newborn, on the naked sand

Nakedly lay it