Kalevala : the Epic Poem of Finland Part 31

Wainamoinen, old and faithful, Spake these words to Ilmarinen: "O thou wonder-working brother, Let us go to Sariola, There to gain the magic Sampo, There to see the lid in colors."

Ilmarinen gave this answer: "Hard indeed to seize the Sampo, Neither can the lid be captured From the never-pleasant Northland, From the dismal Sariola.

Louhi took away the Sampo, Carried off the lid in colors To the stone-mount of Pohyola; Hid it in the copper mountain, Where nine locks secure the treasure.

Many young roots sprout around it, Grow nine fathoms deep in sand-earth, One great root beneath the mountain, In the cataract a second, And a third beneath the castle Built upon the mount of ages."

Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: "Brother mine, and wonder-worker, Let us go to Sariola, That we may secure the Sampo; Let us build a goodly vessel, Bring the Sampo to Wainola, Bring away the lid in colors, From the stone-berg of Pohyola, From the copper-bearing mountain.

Where the miracle lies anch.o.r.ed."

Ilmarinen thus made answer: "By the land the way is safer, Lempo travels on the ocean, Ghastly Death upon his shoulder; On the sea the waves will drift us, And the storm-winds wreck our vessel; Then our bands must do the rowing, And our feet must steer us homeward."

Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: "Safe indeed by land to journey, But the way is rough and trying, Long the road and full of turnings; Lovely is the s.h.i.+p on ocean, Beautiful to ride the billows, Journey easy o'er the waters, Sailing in a trusty vessel; Should the West-wind cross our pathway, Will the South-wind drive us northward.

Be that as it may, my brother, Since thou dost not love the water, By the land then let us journey.

Forge me now the sword of battle, Forge for me the mighty fire-sword, That I may destroy the wild-beasts, Frighten all the Northland people, As we journey for the Sampo To the cold and dismal village, To the never-pleasant Northland, To the dismal Sariola."

Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, The eternal forger-artist, Laid the metals in the furnace, In the fire laid steel and iron, In the hot-coals, gold and silver, Rightful measure of the metals; Set the workmen at the furnace, l.u.s.tily they plied the bellows.

Like the wax the iron melted, Like the dough the hard steel softened, Like the water ran the silver, And the liquid gold flowed after.

Then the minstrel, Ilmarinen, The eternal wonder-forger, Looks within his magic furnace, On the border of his oven, There beholds the fire-sword forming, Sees the blade with golden handle; Takes the weapon from the furnace, Lays it on his heavy anvil For the falling of the hammer; Forges well the blade of magic, Well the heavy sword be tempers, Ornaments the hero-weapon With the finest gold and silver.

Wainamoinen, the magician, Comes to view the blade of conquest, Lifts admiringly the fire-sword, Then these words the hero utters: "Does the weapon match the soldier, Does the handle suit the bearer?

Yea, the blade and hilt are molded To the wishes of the minstrel."

On the sword-point gleams the moonlight, On the blade the sun is s.h.i.+ning, On the hilt the bright stars twinkle, On the edge a horse is neighing, On the handle plays a kitten, On the sheath a dog is barking.

Wainamoinen wields his fire-sword, Tests it on the iron-mountain, And these words the hero utters: "With this broadsword I could quickly Cleave in twain the mount of Pohya, Cut the flinty rocks asunder."

Spake the blacksmith, Ilmarinen: "Wherewith shall I guard from danger, How protect myself from evil, From the ills by land and water?

Shall I wear an iron armor, Belt of steel around my body?

Stronger is a man in armor, Safer in a mail of copper."

Now the time has come to journey To the never-pleasant Northland; Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, And his brother, Ilmarinen, Hasten to the field and forest, Searching for their fiery coursers, In each s.h.i.+ning belt a bridle, With a harness on their shoulders.

In the woods they find a race; In the glen a steed of battle, Ready for his master's service.

Wainamoinen, old and trusty, And the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, Throw the harness on the courser, Hitch him to the sledge of conquest, Hasten on their journey Northward; Drive along the broad-sea's margin Till they bear some one lamenting On the strand hear something wailing Near the landing-place of vessels.

Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, Speaks these words in wonder, guessing, "This must be some maiden weeping, Some fair daughter thus lamenting; Let us journey somewhat nearer, To discover whence this wailing."

Drew they nearer, nearer, nearer, Hoping thus to find a maiden Weeping on the sandy sea-sh.o.r.e.

It was not a maiden weeping, But a vessel, sad, and lonely, Waiting on the sh.o.r.e and wailing.

Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: "Why art weeping, goodly vessel, What the cause of thy lamenting?

Art thou mourning for thy row-locks, Is thy rigging ill-adjusted?

Dost thou weep since thou art anch.o.r.ed On the sh.o.r.e in times of trouble?"

Thus the war-s.h.i.+p spake in answer: "To the waters would this vessel Haste upon the well-tarred rollers, As a happy maiden journeys To the cottage of her husband.

I, alas! a goodly vessel, Weep because I lie at anchor, Weep and wail because no hero Sets me free upon the waters, Free to ride the rolling billows.

It was said when I was fas.h.i.+oned, Often sung when I was building, That this bark should be for battle, Should become a mighty war-s.h.i.+p, Carry in my hull great treasures, Priceless goods across the ocean.

Never have I sailed to conquest, Never have I carried booty; Other vessels not as worthy To the wars are ever sailing, Sailing to the songs of battle.

Three times in the summer season Come they home with treasures laden, In their hulls bring gold and silver; I, alas! a worthy vessel, Many months have lain at anchor, I, a war-s.h.i.+p well constructed, Am decaying in the harbor, Never having sailed to conquest; Worms are gnawing at my vitals, In my hull their dwelling-places, And ill-omened birds of heaven Build their nests within my rigging; Frogs and lizards of the forest Play about my oars and rudder; Three times better for this vessel Were he but a valley birch-tree, Or an aspen on the heather, With the squirrels in his branches, And the dogs beneath them barking!"

Wainamoinen, old and faithfull Thus addressed the s.h.i.+p at anchor: "Weep no more, thou goodly vessel, Man-of-war, no longer murmur; Thou shalt sail to Sariola, Sing the war-songs of the Northland, Sail with us to deadly combat.

Wert thou built by the Creator, Thou canst sail the roughest waters, Sidewise journey o'er the ocean; Dost not need the hand to touch thee, Dost not need the foot to turn thee, Needing nothing to propel thee."

Thus the weeping boat made answer: "Cannot sail without a.s.sistance, Neither can my brother-vessels Sail unaided o'er the waters, Sail across the waves undriven."

Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: "Should I lead thee to the broad-sea, Wilt thou journey north unaided, Sail without the help of rowers, Sail without the aid of south-winds, Sail without the b elm to guide thee?

Thus the wailing s.h.i.+p replying: Cannot sail without a.s.sistance, Neither can my brother-vessels Sail without the aid of rowers, Sail without the help of south-winds, Nor without the helm to guide them."

These the words of Wainamoinen: "Wilt thou run with aid of oarsmen When the south-winds give a.s.sistance, Guided by a skillful pilot?"

This the answer of the war-s.h.i.+p: "Quickly can I course these waters, When my oars are manned by rowers, When my sails are filled with south-winds, All my goodly brother-vessels Sail the ocean with a.s.sistance, When the master holds the rudder."

Then the ancient Wainamoinen Left the racer on the sea-side, Tied him to the sacred birch-tree, Hung the harness on a willow, Rolled the vessel to the waters, Sang the s.h.i.+p upon the broad-sea, Asked the boat this simple question: "O thou vessel, well-appearing From the mighty oak constructed, Art thou strong to carry treasures As in view thou art commanding?

Thus the goodly s.h.i.+p made answer: "Strong am I to carry treasures, In my hull a golden cargo; I can bear a hundred oarsmen, And of warriors a thousand."

Wainamoinen, the magician, Then began his wondrous singing.

On one side the magic vessel, Sang he youth with golden virtues, Bearded youth with strength of heroes, Sang them into mail of copper.

On the other side the vessel, Sang he silver-tinselled maidens, Girded them with belts of copper, Golden rings upon their fingers.

Sings again the great magician, Fills the magic s.h.i.+p with heroes, Ancient heroes, brave and mighty; Sings them into narrow limits, Since the young men came before them.

At the helm himself be seated, Near the last beam of the vessel, Steered his goodly boat in joyance, Thus addressed the willing war-s.h.i.+p: "Glide upon the trackless waters, Sail away, my s.h.i.+p of magic, Sail across the waves before thee, Speed thou like a dancing bubble, Like a flower upon the billows!"

Then the ancient Wainamoinen Set the young men to the rowing, Let the maidens sit in waiting.

Eagerly the youthful heroes Bend the oars and try the row-locks, But the distance is not lessened.

Then the minstrel, Wainamoinen, Set the maidens to the rowing, Let the young men rest in waiting.

Eagerly the merry maidens Bend the aspen-oars in rowing, But the distance is not lessened.

Then the master, Wainamoinen, Set the old men to the rowing, Let the youth remain in waiting.

l.u.s.tily the aged heroes Bend and try the oars of aspen, But the distance is not lessened.

Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, Grasped the oars with master-magic, And the boat leaped o'er the surges, Swiftly sped across the billows; Far and wide the oars resounded, Quickly was the distance lessened.

With a rush and roar of waters Ilmarinen sped his vessel, Benches, ribs, and row-locks creaking, Oars of aspen far resounding; Flap the sails like wings of moor-c.o.c.ks, And the prow dips like a white-swan; In the rear it croaks like ravens, Loud the oars and rigging rattle.

Straightway ancient Wainamoinen Sitting by the bending rudder, Turns his magic vessel landward, To a jutting promontory, Where appears a Northland-village.

On the point stands Lemminkainen, Kaukomieli, black magician, Ahti, wizard of Wainola, Wis.h.i.+ng for the fish of Pohya, Weeping for his fated dwelling, For his perilous adventures, Hard at work upon a vessel, On the sail-yards of a fish-boat, Near the hunger-point and island, Near the village-home deserted.

Good the ears of the magician, Good the wizard's eyes for seeing; Casts his vision to the South-east, Turns his eyes upon the sunset, Sees afar a wondrous rainbow, Farther on, a cloudlet hanging; But the bow was a deception, And the cloudlet a delusion; 'Tis a vessel swiftly sailing, 'Tis a war-s.h.i.+p flying northward, O'er the blue-back of the broad-sea, On the far-extending waters, At the helm the master standing, At the oars a mighty hero.

Spake the reckless Lemminkainen: "Do not know this wondrous vessel, Not this well-constructed war-s.h.i.+p, Coming from the distant Suomi, Rowing for the hostile Pohya."

Thereupon wild Lemminkainen Called aloud in tones of thunder O'er the waters to the vessel; Made the distant hills re-echo With the music of his calling: "Whence this vessel on the waters, Whose the war-s.h.i.+p sailing hither?"

Spake the master of the vessel To the reckless Lemminkainen: "Who art thou from fen or forest, Senseless wizard from the woodlands, That thou dost not know this vessel, Magic war-s.h.i.+p of Wainola?

Dost not know him at the rudder, Nor the hero at the row-locks?"

Spake the wizard, Lemminkainen: "Well I know the helm-director, And I recognize the rower; Wainamoinen, old and trusty, At the helm directs the vessel; Ilmarinen does the rowing.

Whither is the vessel sailing, Whither wandering, my heroes?

Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: "We are sailing to the Northland, There to gain the magic Sampo, There to get the lid in colors, From the stone-berg of Pohyola, From the copper-bearing mountain."

Spake the evil Lemminkainen: "O, thou good, old Wainamoinen, Take me with thee to Pohyola, Make me third of magic heroes, Since thou goest for the Sampo, Goest for the lid in colors; I shall prove a valiant soldier, When thy wisdom calls for fighting; I am skilled in arts of warfare!"

Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, Gave a.s.sent to Ahti's wishes; Thereupon wild Lemminkainen Hastened to Wainola's war-s.h.i.+p, Bringing floats of aspen-timber, To the s.h.i.+ps of Wainamoinen.

Thus the hero of the Northland Speaks to reckless Lemminkainen: "There is aspen on my vessel, Aspen-floats in great abundance, And the boat is heavy-laden.

Wherefore dost thou bring the aspen To the vessel of Wainola?"

Lemminkainen gave this answer: "Not through caution sinks a vessel, Nor a hay-stack by its proppings; Seas abound in hidden dangers, Heavy storms arise and threaten Fell destruction to the sailor That would brave the angry billows."

Spake the good, old Wainamoinen: "Therefore is this warlike vessel Built of trusty steel and copper, Trimmed and bound in toughest iron, That the winds may, not destroy it, May not harm my s.h.i.+p of magic."

RUNE XL.

BIRTH OF THE HARP.

Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, Onward steered his goodly vessel, From the isle of Lemminkainen, From the borders of the village; Steered his war-s.h.i.+p through the waters, Sang it o'er the ocean-billows, Joyful steered it to Pohyola.

On the banks were maidens standing, And the daughters spake these measures: "List the music on the waters!

What this wonderful rejoicing, What this singing on the billows?

Far more beautiful this singing, This rejoicing on the waters, Than our ears have heard in Northland."

Wainamoinen, the magician, Steered his wonder-vessel onward, Steered one day along the sea-sh.o.r.e, Steered the next through shallow waters, Steered the third day through the rivers.

Then the reckless Lemminkainen Suddenly some words remembered, He had heard along the fire-stream Near the cataract and whirlpool, And these words the hero uttered: "Cease, O cataract, thy roaring, Cease, O waterfall, thy foaming!

Maidens of the foam and current, Sitting on the rocks in water, On the stone-blocks in the river, Take the foam and white-capped billows In your arms and still their anger, That our s.h.i.+ps may pa.s.s in safety!

Aged dame beneath the eddy, Thou that livest in the sea-foam, Swimming, rise above the waters, Lift thy head above the whirlpool, Gather well the foam and billows In thine arms and still their fury, That our s.h.i.+p may pa.s.s in safety!

Ye, O rocks beneath the current, Underneath the angry waters, Lower well your heads of danger, Sink below our magic vessel, That our s.h.i.+p may pa.s.s in safety!

"Should this prayer prove inefficient, Kimmo, hero son of Kammo, Bore an outlet with thine auger, Cut a channel for this vessel Through the rocks beneath the waters, That our s.h.i.+p may pa.s.s in safety!

Should all this prove unavailing, Hostess of the running water, Change to moss these rocky ledges, Change this vessel to an air-bag, That between these rocks and billows It may float, and pa.s.s in safety!

"Virgin of the sacred whirlpool, Thou whose home is in the river, Spin from flax of strongest fiber, Spin a thread of crimson color, Draw it gently through the water, That the thread our s.h.i.+p may follow, And our vessel pa.s.s in safety!

G.o.ddess of the helm, thou daughter Of the ocean-winds and sea-foam, Take thy helm endowed with mercy, Guide our vessel through these dangers, Hasten through these floods enchanted, Pa.s.sing by the house of envy, By the gates of the enchanters, That our s.h.i.+p may pa.s.s in safety!

"Should this prayer prove inefficient, Ukko, Ruler of creation, Guide our vessel with thy fire-sword, Guide it with thy blade of lightning, Through the dangers of these rapids, Through the cataract and whirlpool, That our s.h.i.+p may pa.s.s in safety!"

Thereupon old Wainamoinen Steered his boat through winds and waters, Through the rocky c.h.i.n.ks and channels, Through the surges wildly tossing; And the vessel pa.s.sed in safety Through the dangers of the current, Through the sacred stream and whirlpool.