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Tossing trunks of mighty fir-trees,

Wide-extended crowns of pine-trees.

Swim thou there, thou wicked heathen,

In the cataract’s foaming torrent,

Round to drive ’mid boundless waters,

Resting in the narrow waters.

“But if there you find no refuge,

Further yet will I then ban you,

To the river black of Tuoni,

To the eternal stream of Mana,

Never in thy life escaping,

Never while thy life endureth,

Should I not consent to free thee,

Nor to ransom thee be able,

Come with nine sheep thee to ransom,

Which a single ewe has farrowed,

And with bullocks, nine in number,

From a single cow proceeding,

And with stallions, nine in number,

From a single mare proceeding.

“Need you horses for your journey,

Or there’s aught you need for driving,

Horses I will give in plenty,

Plenty I can give for riding.

Hiisi has a horse of beauty,

With a red mane, on the mountain.

Fire is flashing from his muzzle,

And his nostrils brightly shining,

And his hoofs are all of iron,

And of steel are they constructed.

He can climb upon a mountain,

Climb the sloping sides of valleys,

If his rider mounts him boldly,

Urges him to show his mettle.

“But if this is not sufficient,

Then may Hiisi make thee snowshoes.

Take the alder-shoes of Lempo,

Where the thick smoke is the foulest,

Skate thou to the land of Hiisi,

Rushing through the woods of Lempo,