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Golden fabrics she shall weave you,

And shall bake you cakes of honey.”

Then the aged Väinämöinen,

Heard his words, and grew full joyful,

Since to tend his age was promised

Joukahainen’s lovely sister.

On the stone of joy he sat him,

On the stone of song he rested,

Sang an hour, and sang a second,

And again he sang a third time:

Thus reversed his words of magic,

And dissolved the spell completely.

Then the youthful Joukahainen

From the mud his chin uplifted,

And his beard he disentangled,

From the rock his steed led forward,

Drew his sledge from out the bushes,

From the reeds his whip unloosing.

Then upon his sledge he mounted,

And upon the seat he sat him,

And with gloomy thoughts he hastened,

With a heart all sad and doleful,

Homeward to his dearest mother,

Unto her, the aged woman.

On he drove with noise and tumult,

Home he drove in consternation,

And he broke the sledge to pieces,

At the door the shafts were broken.

Then the noise alarmed his mother,

And his father came and asked him,

“Recklessly the sledge was broken;

Did you break the shafts on purpose?

Wherefore do you drive so rashly,

And arrive at home so madly?”

Then the youthful Joukahainen

Could not keep his tears from flowing;

Sad he bowed his head in sorrow,

And his cap awry he shifted,

And his lips were dry and stiffened,

O’er his mouth his nose was drooping.