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To the place of furious fighting,

To the battle-field of heroes.

Upright still is standing Unto,

And the wicked man unfallen,

Unavenged my father’s sufferings,

Unavenged my mother’s tear-drops,

Counting not my bitter sufferings,

Wrongs that I myself have suffered.”

, Kalervo’s offspring,

With the very bluest stockings,

Now prepared himself for battle,

And prepared himself for warfare.

For an hour his sword he sharpened,

Sharpened spear-points for another.

Then his mother spoke unto him,

“Do not go, my son unhappy,

Go not to this mighty battle,

Go not where the swords are clashing!

He who goes for nought to battle,

He who wilful seeks the combat,

In the fight shall find his death-wound,

And shall perish in the conflict,

By the sword-blades shall he perish,

Thus shall fall, and thus shall perish.