Kalevala : the Epic Poem of Finland — Complete. Anonymous

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СКАЧАТЬ Grow the beauteous vines and flowers;

       Not alone thy father's mountains

       Yield the ripe, nutritious berries;

       Flowers bloom in other meadows,

       Berries grow on other mountains,

       There as here, my lovely Aino."

RUNE IV.

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THE FATE OF AINO.

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      When the night had passed, the maiden,

       Sister fair of Youkahainen,

       Hastened early to the forest,

       Birchen shoots for brooms to gather,

       Went to gather birchen tassels;

       Bound a bundle for her father,

       Bound a birch-broom for her mother,

       Silken tassels for her sister.

       Straightway then she hastened homeward,

       By a foot-path left the forest;

       As she neared the woodland border,

       Lo! the ancient Wainamoinen,

       Quickly spying out the maiden,

       As she left the birchen woodland,

       Trimly dressed in costly raiment,

       And the minstrel thus addressed her:

       "Aino, beauty of the Northland,

       Wear not, lovely maid, for others,

       Only wear for me, sweet maiden,

       Golden cross upon thy bosom,

       Shining pearls upon thy shoulders;

       Bind for me thine auburn tresses,

       Wear for me thy golden braidlets."

       Thus the maiden quickly answered:

       "Not for thee and not for others,

       Hang I from my neck the crosslet,

       Deck my hair with silken ribbons;

       Need no more the many trinkets

       Brought to me by ship or shallop;

       Sooner wear the simplest raiment,

       Feed upon the barley bread-crust,

       Dwell forever with my mother

       In the cabin with my father."

       Then she threw the gold cross from her,

       Tore the jewels from her fingers,

       Quickly loosed her shining necklace,

       Quick untied her silken ribbons,

       Cast them all away indignant

       Into forest ferns and flowers.

       Thereupon the maiden, Aino,

       Hastened to her mother's cottage.

       At the window sat her father

       Whittling on an oaken ax-helve:

       "Wherefore weepest, beauteous Aino,

       Aino, my beloved daughter?

       "Cause enough for weeping, father,

       Good the reasons for my mourning,

       This, the reason for my weeping,

       This, the cause of all my sorrow:

       From my breast I tore the crosslet,

       From my belt, the clasp of copper,

       From my waist, the belt of silver,

       Golden was my pretty crosslet."

       Near the door-way sat her brother,

       Carving out a birchen ox-bow:

       "Why art weeping, lovely Aino,

       Aino, my devoted sister?"

       "Cause enough for weeping, brother,

       Good the reasons for my mourning

       Therefore come I as thou seest,

       Rings no longer on my fingers,

       On my neck no pretty necklace;

       Golden were the rings thou gavest,

       And the necklace, pearls and silver!"

       On the threshold sat her sister,

       Weaving her a golden girdle:

       "Why art weeping, beauteous Aino,

       Aino, my beloved sister?"

       "Cause enough for weeping, sister,

       Good the reasons for my sorrow:

       Therefore come I as thou seest,

       On my head no scarlet fillet,

       In my hair no braids of silver,

       On mine arms no purple ribbons,

       Round my neck no shining necklace,

       On my breast no golden crosslet,

       In mine ears no golden ear-rings."

       Near the door-way of the dairy,

       Skimming cream, sat Aino's mother.

       "Why art weeping, lovely Aino,

       Aino, my devoted daughter?"

       Thus the sobbing maiden answered;

       "Loving mother, all-forgiving,

       Cause enough for this my weeping,

       Good the reasons for my sorrow,

       Therefore do I weep, dear mother:

       I have been within the forest,

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