In her beak she brought a handful of earth.
Svarog took the handful of earth
And began kneading it in his palms.
“Warm it, oh Red Sun,
Shine upon it, oh bright Moon,
Help us, wild winds!
We shall mold from the moist earth
Mother Earth, our nurturing mother.
Help us, Rod; Lada, help us!
Svarog kneads the earth—the Sun warms it,
The Moon shines and the winds blow.
The winds blew the earth from his palm,
And it fell into the blue sea.
The Red Sun warmed it—
The Raw Earth baked over with a crust,
Then the bright Moon cooled it.
Thus Svarog created Mother Earth.”
“Songs of the Bird Gamayun”
Svarog took the handful of earth
And began kneading it in his palms.
“Warm it, oh Red Sun,
Shine upon it, oh bright Moon,
Help us, wild winds!
We shall mold from the moist earth
Mother Earth, our nurturing mother.
Help us, Rod; Lada, help us!
Svarog kneads the earth—the Sun warms it,
The Moon shines and the winds blow.
The winds blew the earth from his palm,
And it fell into the blue sea.
The Red Sun warmed it—
The Raw Earth baked over with a crust,
Then the bright Moon cooled it.
Thus Svarog created Mother Earth.”
“Songs of the Bird Gamayun”