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On her brow the sky-blue ribands,

On her head the bands of scarlet.

Then she wandered from the storehouse,

And across the fields she wandered,

Past the marshes, and the heathlands,

Through the shady, gloomy forests.

Thus she sang, as on she hastened,

Thus she spoke, as on she wandered:

“All my heart is filled with trouble;

On my head a stone is loaded.

But my trouble would not vex me,

And the weight would less oppress me,

If I perished, hapless maiden,

Ending thus my life of sorrow,

In the burden of my trouble,

In the sadness of my sorrow.

“Now my time perchance approaches,

From this weary world to hasten,

Time to seek the world of Mana,

Time to Tuonela to hasten,

For my father will not mourn me,

Nor my mother will lament me,

Nor my sister’s cheeks be moistened,

Nor my brother’s eyes be tearful,

If I sank beneath the waters,

Sinking where the fish are sporting,

To the depths beneath the billows,

Down amid the oozy blackness.”

On she went, one day, a second,

And at length, upon the third day,

Came she to a lake’s broad margin,

To the bank, o’ergrown with rushes.

And she reached it in the night-time,

And she halted in the darkness.

In the evening wept the maiden,

Through the darksome night lamented,

On the rocks that fringed the margin,

Where a bay spread wide before her.

At the earliest dawn of morning,

As she gazed from off a headland,