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Playing on, without cessation,

Every morning after breakfast,

Girded with the selfsame girdle,

And the same shirt always wearing.

When he in his house was playing,

In his house of fir constructed,

All the roofs resounded loudly,

And the boards resounded likewise,

Ceilings sang, the doors were creaking,

All the windows were rejoicing,

And the hearthstones all were moving,

Birchwood columns sang in answer.

When he walked among the pinewoods,

And he wandered through the firwoods,

All the pines bowed down before him,

To the very ground the fir-trees;

On the grass the cones rolled round him,

On the roots the needles scattered.

When he hurried through the greenwood,

Or across the heath was hastening,

All the leaves called gaily to him,

And the heath was all rejoicing,

And the flowers breathed fragrance round him,

And the young shoots bowed before him.

, Pohjola’s old Mistress,

In her ears received the tidings

That in Väinölä it prospered,

And that Kalevala had flourished,

Through the fragments of the Sampo,

Fragments of the pictured cover.