From there was he let down to earth—into a honeyed thickets' edge,
To be well nursed by Hongatar[1]—well rocked by Tuometar,[2]
Close to a stunted fir-tree root, under an aspen's branching head,
At the edge of "Forest-castle",[3] at the 'golden' forest home.
Then was "broadforehead" christened, the "dark grey-haired one" was baptised
Upon a honeyed knoll,
At the mouth of Sara-joki[4] sound, in the arms of Pohja's[5] daughter.
There he swore his oath on the knee of Pohja's dame,
In the presence of the well-known[6] God, under the Blessed's beard,
To do the innocent no harm—no injury to harmless folk,
To walk in summer properly, to trudge along beseemingly,
To live a life of joyousness
Upon a swamp, on rising knolls, at the farthest end of rutting
[v. playing] heaths,
To rove shoeless in summer—in autumn stockingless,
In the worst season to abide—pass the winter's cold in laziness
Within an oaken room near "Firbranch castle's"[3] edge,
Beside a handsome fir-tree's root (F. shoe), in a recess of junipers.
(c.)
A maiden walked along the air's edge—a girl along the 'navel' of the sky,
Along the outline of a cloud, along the heaven's boundary,
In stockings of a bluish hue, in shoes with ornamented heels,
A wool-box in her hand, under her arm a hair-filled pouch.
She flung the wool on the waters—cast the hair upon the waves,
Upon the clear and open sea, on the illimitable waves.
