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Then thy race would I discover,

And the place where thou wast nurtured.

“Once before have ills assailed me,

Plagues from somewhere have attacked me,

From the realms of mighty sorcerers,

From the meadows of the soothsayers,

And the homes of evil spirits,

And the plains where dwell the wizards,

From the dreary heaths of Kalma,

From beneath the firm earth’s surface,

From the dwellings of the dead men,

From the realms of the departed,

From the loose earth heaped in hillocks,

From the regions of the landslips,

From the loose and gravelly districts,

From the shaking sandy regions,

From the valleys deeply sunken,

From the moss-grown swampy districts,

From the marshes all unfrozen,

From the billows ever tossing,

From the stalls in Hiisi’s forest,

From five gorges in the mountains,

From the slopes of copper mountains,

From their summits all of copper,

From the ever-rustling pine-trees,

And the rustling of the fir-trees,

From the crowns of rotten pine-trees,

And the tops of rotten fir-trees,

From those spots where yelp the foxes,

Heaths where elk are chased on snowshoes,

From the bear’s own rocky caverns,

From the caves where bears are lurking,

From the furthest bounds of Pohja,

From the distant realms of Lapland,

From the wastes where grow no bushes,

From the lands unploughed for ever,

From the battle-fields extended,

From the slaughter-place of heroes,

From the fields where grass is rustling,

From the blood that there is smoking,