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He it was who me created,

Made me, through these days of evil

In the cold to shine for ever,

And to glimmer through the darkness.”

Then she thought to wander further,

And she went upon her wanderings,

And the moon came next to meet her,

And she bowed herself before him.

“Moon, whom Jumala created,

Know you nothing of my infant,

Where my little son is hidden,

Where is hid my golden apple?”

And the moon made answer to her:

“If I knew I would not tell it.

He it was who me created,

Always in these days of evil

Through the night to watch all lonely,

And to sleep throughout the daytime.”

Then she thought to wander further,

And she went upon her wanderings,

And there came the sun to meet her,

And she bowed herself before him.

“Sun, whom Jumala created,

Know you nothing of my infant,

Where my little son is hidden,

Where is hid my golden apple?”

And the sun made answer wisely:

“Well indeed I know your infant.

He it was who me created,

In these days of finest weather,

Golden rays to shed about me,

Silver rays to scatter round me.

“Well indeed I know your infant,

Know your son, unhappy mother!

There thy little son is hidden,

There is hid thy golden apple,

In the swamps to waistband sunken,

To his arm-pits in the marshlands.”

Marjatta the hapless maiden

Sought her infant in the marshes,