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Then a mighty wind arising

Raised upon the sea a billow,

And it bore old Väinämöinen,

Swimming from the mainland further,

O’er the wide expanse of water,

Out into the open ocean.

Then the youthful Joukahainen

Uttered words of boastful triumph:

“Now thou ancient Väinämöinen,

Never while thy life endureth,

In the course of all thy lifetime,

While the golden moon is shining,

Walk in Väinölä’s fair meadows,

Or on Kalevala’s broad heathlands!

“May you toss for six years running,

Seven long summers ever drifting,

Tossed about for over eight years,

On the wide expanse of water,

On the surface of the billows,

Drift for six years like a pine-tree,

And for seven years like a fir-tree,

And for eight years like a tree-stump!”

Then the house again he entered,

And at once his mother asked him,

“Have you shot at Väinämöinen?

Slaughtered Kaleva’s famous offspring?”

Then the youthful Joukahainen

Answered in the words which follow:

“I have shot at Väinämöinen,

And have o’erthrown Kalevalainen,

Sent him swimming in the water,

Swept him out upon the billows,

On the restless waves of ocean

Where the waves are wildly tossing,

And the old man plunged his fingers

And his palms amid the waters,

Then upon his side he tumbled,

And upon his back he turned him,

Drifting o’er the waves of ocean,

Out upon the foaming billows.”