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Runo XXII]

“No, thou hast no cause for weeping,

Nor to yield to grievous sorrow;

To the marsh they do not lead thee,

Push thee not into the ditches.

Leavest thou these fertile cornfields,

Yet to richer fields thou goest,

Though they take thee from the brewery,

Tis to where the ale’s abundant.

“If around thee now thou gazest,

Just beside thee where thou standest,

There thy bridegroom stands to guard thee,

By thy side thy ruddy husband.

Good thy husband, good his horses,

All things needful fill his cellars,

And the grouse are loudly chirping,

On the sledge, as glides it onwards,

And the thrushes make rejoicing,

As they sing upon the traces,

And six golden cuckoos likewise

Flutter on the horse’s collar,

Seven blue birds are also perching,

On the sledge’s frame, and singing.

“Do not yield thee thus to trouble,

O thou darling of thy mother!

For no evil fate awaits thee,

But in better case thou comest,

Sitting by thy farmer husband,

Underneath the ploughman’s mantle,

’Neath the chin of the bread-winner,

In the arms of skilful fisher,

Warm from chasing elk on snowshoes,

And from bathing after bear-hunt.

“Thou hast found the best of husbands,

And hast won a mighty hero,

For his bow is never idle,

Neither on the pegs his quivers;

And the dogs in house he leaves not,

Nor in hay lets rest the puppies.

“Three times in this spring already,

In the earliest hours of morning,