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And he sang the sledge all gilded,

To the lake among the rushes,

And the whip, with beads embellished,

To a reed upon the water,

And the horse, with front white-spotted

To a stone beside the torrent.

Then he sang his sword, gold-hilted,

To a lightning-flash in heaven,

And his ornamented crossbow,

To a rainbow o’er the water,

And he sang his feathered arrows,

Into hawks that soar above him;

And his dog, with upturned muzzle,

Stands a stone in earth embedded.

From his head, his cap, by singing,

Next became a cloud above him,

From his hands, his gloves, by singing,

Next were changed to water-lilies,

And the blue coat he was wearing,

Floats a fleecy cloud in heaven,

And the handsome belt that girt him,

In the sky as stars he scattered.

As he sang, sank Joukahainen

Waist-deep in the swamp beneath him,

Hip-deep in the marshy meadow,

To his arm-pits in a quicksand.

Then indeed young Joukahainen

Knew at last, and comprehended;

And he knew his course was finished,

And his journey now was ended.

For in singing he was beaten,

By the aged Väinämöinen.

He would raise his foot to struggle

But he could no longer lift it;

Then he tried to lift the other,

But as shod with stone he felt it.

Then the youthful Joukahainen

Felt the greatest pain and anguish,

And he fell in grievous trouble,

And he spoke the words which follow: