Hail, Mighty Ishtar! Queen of woods and fields,

The crops that flourish, and the herds that roam

Queen of the blessings that the good Earth yeilds,

Queen of the sowing, and the harvest-home!

Without they bounty, all is dark and cold;

Nothing will grow, however hard we strive.

Therefore we kneel before thee, as of old;

Renew they blessing, that the Earth may thrive!