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Runo XXXII]

“Do thou guard my flock from evil,

Guard from harm upon the pathways,

And upon the quaking marshes,

Where the surface all is shifting,

Where the marsh is always moving,

And the depths below are shaking,

That they come not into danger,

Nor may fall in any evil,

That no hoof in swamp is twisted,

Nor may slip among the marshes,

Save when Jumala perceives it,

’Gainst the will of him, the Holy.

“Fetch the cow-horn from a distance,

Fetch it from the midst of heaven,

Bring the mead-horn down from heaven,

Let the honey-horn be sounded.

Blow into the horn then strongly,

And repeat the tunes resounding,

Blow then flowers upon the hummocks,

Blow then fair the heathland’s borders,

Make the meadow’s borders lovely,

And the forest borders charming,

Borders of the marshes fertile,

Of the springs the borders rolling.

“Then give fodder to my cattle,

Give the cattle food sufficient,

Give them food of honey-sweetness,

Give them drink as sweet as honey,

Feed them now with hay all golden,

And the heads of silvery grasses,

From the springs of all the sweetest,

From the streams that flow most swiftly,

From the swiftly-rushing torrents,

From the swiftly-running rivers,

From the hills all golden-shining,

And from out the silvery meadows.

“Dig them also wells all golden

Upon both sides of the pastures,

That the herd may drink the water,

And the sweet juice then may trickle

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