: Kalevala The Land of the Heroes Volume One by L Nnrot Elias Compiler Kirby W F William Forsell Translator - Finnish poetry Translations into English

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pless maiden, Ending thus my life of sorrow, In the burden of my trouble, In the sadness of my sorrow. 280

"Now my time perchance approaches, From this weary world to hasten, Time to seek the world of Mana, Time to Tuonela to hasten, For my father will not mourn me, Nor my mother will lament me, Nor my sister's cheeks be moistened, Nor my brother's eyes be tearful, If I sank beneath the waters, Sinking where the fish are sporting, 290 To the depths beneath the billows, Down amid the oozy blackness."

On she went, one day, a second, And at length, upon the third day, Came she to a lake's broad margin, To the bank, o'ergrown with rushes. And she reached it in the night-time, And she halted in the darkness.

In the evening wept the maiden, Through the darksome night lamented, 300 On the rocks that fringed the margin, Where a bay spread wide before her. At the earliest dawn of morning, As she gazed from off a headland, Just beyond she saw three maidens, Bathing there amid the waters, Aino made the fourth among then, And the fifth a slender sapling.

Then her shift she cast on willows, And her dress upon the aspens, 310 On the open ground her stockings, Threw her shoes upon the boulders, On the sand her beads she scattered, And her rings upon the shingle.

In the waves a rock was standing, Brightly hued and golden shining; And she swam and sought to reach it, As a refuge in her trouble.

When at length she stood upon it, And would rest upon the summit, 320 On the stone of many colours, On the rock so smooth and shining, In the waves it sank beneath her, Sinking to the very bottom. With the rock, the maiden Aino Sank beneath the water's surface.

There the dove for ever vanished, Thus the luckless maiden perished, She herself exclaimed in dying, When she felt that she was sinking: 330 "To the lake I went to bathe me, And to swim upon its surface, But, like tender dove, I vanished, Like a bird by death o'ertaken. Never may my dearest father, Never while his life endureth, Cast his net amid the waters, In these waves, so wide extending.

"To the shore I went to wash me, To the lake I went to bathe me, 340 But, like tender dove, I vanished, Like a bird by death overtaken. Never may my dearest mother, Never while her life endureth, Fetch the water for her baking, From the wide bay near her dwelling.

"To the shore I went to wash me, To the lake I went to bathe me, But, like tender dove, I vanished, Like a bird by death o'ertaken. 350 Never may my dearest brother, Never while his life endureth, Water here his prancing courser, Here upon the broad lake's margin

"To the shore I went to wash me, To the lake I went to bathe me, But, like tender dove, I vanished, Like a bird by death overtaken. Never may my dearest sister, Never while her life endureth, 360 Hither stay to wash her eyebrows, On the bridge so near her dwelling. In the lake the very water Is as blood that leaves my veinlets; Every fish that swims this water, Is as flesh from off my body; All the bushes on the margin Are as ribs of me unhappy; And the grass upon the margin As my soiled and tangled tresses." 370

Thus the youthful maiden perished, And the dove so lovely vanished.

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