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Roaring through the pines in winter,

Crying out among the fir-trees,

Crashing through the woods of birch-trees,

Sweeping through the alder-thickets,

Freezing all the trees and grasses,

Making level all the meadows.

From the trees he bit the foliage,

From the heather bit the blossoms,

Cracked the bark from off the pine-trees,

And the twigs from off the fir-trees.

“Now that thou hast grown to greatness,

And attained thy fullest stature,

Dar’st thou me with cold to threaten,

And to seize my ears attemptest,

To attack my feet beneath me,

And my finger-tips attacking?

“But I shall not let you freeze me.

Not to miserably freeze me,

Fire I’ll thrust into my stockings,

In my boots thrust burning firebrands,

In the seams thrust burning embers,

Fire will thrust beneath my shoestrings,

That the Frost may never freeze me,

Nor the sharpest weather harm me.

“Thither will I now condemn thee,

To the furthest bounds of Pohja,

To the place from whence thou earnest,

To the home from whence thou earnest.

Freeze upon the fire the kettles,

And the coals upon the hearthstone,

In the dough the hands of women,

And the boy in young wife’s bosom,

In the ewes the milk congeal thou,

And in mares let foals be frozen.

“If to this thou pay’st no heeding,

Then indeed will I condemn thee

To the midst of coals of Hiisi,

Even to the hearth of Lempo,

Thrust thee there into the furnace,

Lay thee down upon the anvil,