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Runo XXXIII]

Not on Ilmarinen’s household,

Least of all upon the mistress,

For the mistress lives luxurious,

And the wheaten-bread she slices,

And the finest cakes devours,

And she spreads them o’er with butter,

Gives the wretched shepherd dry bread,

Dry crusts only for his chewing,

Only oaten-cake she gives me,

Even this with chaff she mixes,

Even straw she scatters through it,

Gives for food the bark of fir-tree,

Water in a birch-bark bucket,

Upscooped ’mid the grassy hillocks.

March, O sun, and wheat, O wander,

Sink in Jumala’s own season,

Hasten, sun, among the pine-trees,

Wander, wheat, into the bushes,

’Mid the junipers, O hasten,

Fly thou to the plains of alder,

Lead thou then the herdsman homeward,

Give him butter from the barrel,

Let him eat the freshest butter,

Over all the cakes extending.”

But the wife of Ilmarinen

While the shepherd was lamenting,

And while Kullervo was singing,

Ate the butter from the barrel,

And she ate the freshest butter,

And upon the cakes she spread it,

And hot soup had she made ready,

But for Kullervo cold cabbage,

Whence the dog the fat had eaten,

And the black dog made a meal from,

And the spotted dog been sated,

And the brown dog had sufficient.

From the branch there sang a birdling,

Sang a small bird from the bushes,

“Time ’tis for the servant’s supper,

O thou orphan boy, ’tis evening.”