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Runo XV]

Then the sun whom God created,

Shining work of the Creator,

Stooped upon a crooked birch-tree,

Sank upon a crooked alder,

Shone an hour with heat excessive,

Shone again with sultry shimmering,

And again with utmost vigour,

Lulled to sleep the race of evil,

And in Manala the strong ones.

Slept the young on sword-hilt resting,

And the old folks staff-supported,

And the spear-men middle-aged.

Then again he hastened upward,

Sought again the heights of heaven,

Sought again his former station,

To his first abode soared upward.

Then did Lemminkainen’s mother

Take the mighty rake of iron,

And to seek her son was raking

All amid the raging cataract,

Through the fiercely rushing torrent,

And she raked, yet found she nothing.

Then she went and sought him deeper,

Ever deeper in the water,

Stocking-deep into the water,

Standing waist-deep in the water.

Thus she sought her son by raking

All the length of Tuoni’s river,

And she raked against the current,

Once and twice she raked the river,

And his shirt at length discovered,

Found the shirt of him unhappy,

And she raked again a third time,

And she found his hat and stockings,

Found his stockings, greatly sorrowing,

Found his hat, with heart-wrung anguish.

Then she waded ever deeper,

Down in Manala’s abysses,

Raked once more along the river,

Raked again across the river,