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Prelude . The Virgin of the Air descends into the sea, where she is fertilized by the winds and waves and becomes the Water-Mother . A teal builds its nest on her knee, and lays eggs . The eggs fall from the nest and break, but the fragments form the earth, sky, sun, moon and clouds . The Water-Mother creates capes, bays, sea-shores, and the depths and shallows of the ocean . V?in?m?inen is born from the Water-Mother, and is tossed about by the waves for a long time until he reaches the shore .

I am driven by my longing, And my understanding urges That I should commence my singing; And begin my recitation. I will sing the people's legends, And the ballads of the nation. To my mouth the words are flowing, And the words are gently falling, Quickly as my tongue can shape them, And between my teeth emerging. 10

Dearest friend, and much-loved brother, Best beloved of all companions, Come and let us sing together, Let us now begin our converse, Since at length we meet together, From two widely sundered regions. Rarely can we meet together, Rarely one can meet the other, In these dismal Northern regions, In the dreary land of Pohja. 20 Let us clasp our hands together, Let us interlock our fingers; Let us sing a cheerful measure, Let us use our best endeavours, While our dear ones hearken to us, And our loved ones are instructed, While the young are standing round us, Of the rising generation, Let them learn the words of magic. And recall our songs and legends, 30 Of the belt of V?in?m?inen, Of the forge of Ilmarinen, And of Kaukomieli's sword-point, And of Joukahainen's crossbow: Of the utmost bounds of Pohja, And of Kalevala's wide heathlands.

These my father sang aforetime, As he carved his hatchet's handle, And my mother taught me likewise, As she turned around her spindle, When upon the floor, an infant, At her knees she saw me tumbling, 40 As a helpless child, milk-bearded, As a babe with mouth all milky. Tales about the Sampo failed not, Nor the magic spells of Louhi. Old at length became the Sampo; Louhi vanished with her magic; Vipunen while singing perished; Lemminkainen in his follies. 50

Then the Frost his songs recited, And the rain its legends taught me; Other songs the winds have wafted, Or the ocean waves have drifted; And their songs the birds have added, And the magic spells the tree-tops. 70

In a ball I bound them tightly; And arranged them in a bundle; On my little sledge I laid it, On my sleigh I laid the bundle; Home upon the sledge I brought it, Then into the barn conveyed it; In the storehouse loft I placed it, In a little box of copper.

In the cold my song was resting, Long remained in darkness hidden. 80 I must draw the songs from Coldness, From the Frost must I withdraw them, Bring my box into the chamber, On the bench-end lay the casket, Underneath this noble gable, Underneath this roof of beauty. Shall I ope my box of legends, And my chest where lays are treasured? Is the ball to be unravelled, And the bundle's knot unfastened? 90 Then I'll sing so grand a ballad, That it wondrously shall echo, While the ryebread I am eating, And the beer of barley drinking. But though ale should not be brought me, And though beer should not be offered, I will sing, though dry my throttle, Or will sing, with water only, To enhance our evening's pleasure, Celebrate the daylight's beauty, 100 Or the beauty of the daybreak, When another day is dawning.

I have often heard related, And have heard the song recited, How the nights closed ever lonely, And the days were shining lonely. Only born was V?in?m?inen, And revealed the bard immortal, Sprung from the divine Creatrix, Born of Ilmatar, his mother. 110

Air's young daughter was a virgin, Fairest daughter of Creation. Long did she abide a virgin, All the long days of her girlhood, In the Air's own spacious mansions, In those far extending regions.

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