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All the staves are full already,

Every creek is crowded with them,

Boats to face the gale adapted,

Boats against the wind that travel.”

Then the youthful Joukahainen,

In the swamp he sang yet deeper.

Said the youthful Joukahainen,

“I have still two noble stallions;

Ay, a pair of handsome horses;

One of these of matchless swiftness,

And the other best in harness.

If it please you, choose between them.”

Said the aged Väinämöinen,

“No, I do not want your horses;

Do not need your steeds, white-footed.

I myself have plenty of them.

Every stall has now its tenant,

Every stable’s filled with horses,

With their backs like water shining;

Lakes of fat upon their haunches.”

Then the youthful Jaukahainen,

In the swamp he sang yet deeper.

Said the youthful Joukahainen,

“O thou aged Väinämöinen,

Speak thy words of magic backwards,

And reverse thy songs of magic.

I will give a golden helmet,

And a hat filled up with silver,

Which my father won in warfare,

Which he won in battle-struggle.”

Said the aged Väinämöinen,

“No, I do not want your silver,

And for gold, I only scorn it.

I myself have both in plenty.

Every store-room crammed with treasure,

Every chest is overflowing.

Gold as ancient as the moonlight,

Silver with the sun coeval.”

Then the youthful Joukahainen

In the swamp he sang yet deeper.