We swear by the earth that supports us,
And by the dust that crowns us at last.
By the breath that infuses us with life,
And inspires with frank and honest strife.
By the fire that gives body and mind light,
And cooks our food and comforts at night.
By the water that makes all life vibrant,
And our land fruitful, happy and verdant.
We swear by the womb, the portal of birth,
And by the love that celebrates death.
We lift our hands in praise of your presence,
And proudly laugh at time’s senescence.
Darvish finds in nature your real mercy:
All that passes reveals your true glory!