Kalevala : the Epic Poem of Finland — Complete. Anonymous

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       Hollowed out the deepest caverns,

       When I all the lakes created,

       When I heaped the mountains round them,

       When I piled the rocks about them.

       I was present as a hero,

       Sixth of wise and ancient heroes,

       Seventh of all primeval heroes,

       When the heavens were created,

       When were formed the ether-spaces,

       When the sky was crystal-pillared,

       When was arched the beauteous rainbow,

       When the Moon was placed in orbit,

       When the silver Sun was planted,

       When the Bear was firmly stationed,

       And with stars the heavens were sprinkled."

       Spake the ancient Wainamoinen:

       "Thou art surely prince of liars,

       Lord of all the host of liars;

       Never wert thou in existence,

       Surely wert thou never present,

       When was plowed the salt-sea's bosom,

       When were raked the sea-girt islands,

       When were dug the salmon-grottoes,

       When were hollowed out the caverns,

       When the lakes were all created,

       When were heaped the mountains round them,

       When the rocks were piled about them.

       Thou wert never seen or heard of

       When the earth was first created,

       When were made the ether-spaces,

       When the air was crystal-pillared,

       When the Moon was placed in orbit,

       When the silver Sun was planted,

       When the Bear was firmly stationed,

       When the skies with stars were sprinkled."

       Then in anger Youkahainen

       Answered ancient Wainamoinen:

       "Then, sir, since I fail in wisdom,

       With the sword I offer battle;

       Come thou, famous bard and minstrel,

       Thou the ancient wonder-singer,

       Let us try our strength with broadswords,

       let our blades be fully tested."

       Spake the ancient Wainamoinen:

       "Not thy sword and not thy wisdom,

       Not thy prudence, nor thy cunning,

       Do I fear a single moment.

       Let who may accept thy challenge,

       Not with thee, a puny braggart,

       Not with one so vain and paltry,

       Will I ever measure broadswords."

       Then the youthful Youkahainen,

       Mouth awry and visage sneering,

       Shook his golden locks and answered:

       "Whoso fears his blade to measure,

       Fears to test his strength at broadswords,

       Into wild-boar of the forest,

       Swine at heart and swine in visage,

       Singing I will thus transform him;

       I will hurl such hero-cowards,

       This one hither, that one thither,

       Stamp him in the mire and bedding,

       In the rubbish of the stable."

       Angry then grew Wainamoinen,

       Wrathful waxed, and fiercely frowning,

       Self-composed he broke his silence,

       And began his wondrous singing.

       Sang he not the tales of childhood,

       Children's nonsense, wit of women,

       Sang he rather bearded heroes,

       That the children never heard of,

       That the boys and maidens knew not

       Known but half by bride and bridegroom,

       Known in part by many heroes,

       In these mournful days of evil,

       Evil times our race befallen.

       Grandly sang wise Wainamoinen,

       Till the copper-bearing mountains,

       And the flinty rocks and ledges

       Heard his magic tones and trembled;

       Mountain cliffs were torn to pieces,

       All the ocean heaved and tumbled;

       And the distant hills re-echoed.

       Lo! the boastful Youkahainen

       Is transfixed in silent wonder,

       And his sledge with golden trimmings

       Floats like brushwood on the billows;

       Sings his braces into reed-grass,

       Sings his reins to twigs of willow,

       And to shrubs his golden cross-bench.

       Lo! his birch-whip, pearl-enameled,

       Floats a reed upon the border;

       Lo! his steed with golden forehead,

       Stands a statue on the waters;

       Hames and traces are as fir-boughs,

       And his collar, straw and sea-grass.

       Still the minstrel sings enchantment,

       Sings his sword with golden СКАЧАТЬ