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Runo XXXIV]

There he saw his wife was resting,

Saw the fair one who had perished,

Where she in the yard had fallen,

On the grass where she had fallen.

Even while the smith was standing,

All his heart was dark with sorrow;

Many nights he spent in weeping,

Many weeks his tears were flowing,

And his soul like tar was darkened,

And his heart than soot no lighter.

Kullervo still wandered onwards,

Aimlessly he hurried forward,

For a day through thickest forest,

Through the timber-grounds of Hiisi,

And at evening, when it darkened,

Down upon the ground he threw him.

There the orphan boy was sitting,

And the friendless one reflected:

“Wherefore have I been created,

Who has made me, and has doomed me,

Thus ’neath moon and sun to wander

’Neath the open sky for ever?

“Others to their homes may journey,

And may travel to their dwellings,

But my home is in the forest,

And upon the heath my homestead.

In the wind I find my fire-place,

In the rain I find my bathroom.

“Never, Jumala most gracious,

Never in the course of ages,

Form a child thus mis-created,

Doomed to be for ever friendless,

Fatherless beneath the heavens,

From the first without a mother,

As thou, Jumala, hast made me,

And hast formed me to be wretched,

Formed me like a wandering seagull,

Like a seagull on the lake-cliffs.

Shines the sun upon the swallow,

Brightly shines upon the sparrow,