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“Art thou Sickness, tempest-carried,

Tempest-carried, wind-conducted,

And a gift from wind of springtime,

By the frosty air led hither,

On the path of air conducted,

On the sledge-way of the spring-wind,

Then upon the trees repose not,

Rest thou not upon the alders,

Hasten to the copper mountain,

Hasten to its copper summit,

Let the wind convey thee thither,

Guarded by the wind of springtide.

“But if thou from heaven descended,

From the rainless clouds’ broad margins,

Then again ascend to heaven,

Once again in air arise thou,

To the clouds where rain is falling,

To the stars that ever twinkle,

That thou there mayst burn like fire,

And that thou mayst shine and sparkle

On the sun’s own path of splendour,

And around the moon’s bright circle.

“If thou art some pest of water,

Hither drifted by the sea-waves,

Let the pest return to water,

Journey back amid the sea-waves,

To the walls of muddy castles,

To the crests of waves like mountains,

There amid the waves to welter,

Rocking on the darkling billows.

“Cam’st thou from the heaths of Kalma,

From the realms of the departed,

To thy home return thou quickly,

To the dark abodes of Kalma,

To the land upheaved in hillocks,

To the land that quakes for ever,

Where the people fall in battle,

And a mighty host has perished.

“If thou foolishly hast wandered

From the depths of Hiisi’s forest,