Lyrics
Olpa nuori Joukahainen, laiha poika lappalainen.
Piti viikosta vihoa, ylen kauaista kaetta
Laativi tulisen jousen, jalon kaaren kaunistavi:
Kaaren rauasta rakenti, vaskesta selÀn valavi;
"Karkaeli nuoliansa.
Sai vasamat valmihiksi ja jousen jÀnniteltÀvÀksi"
Sie ampuisitko nyt VÀinÀmöisen ja kaataisitko kalevalaisen,
Tuo ilo ilmalta katoisi ja laulu maalta lankeaisi.
On ilo ilmalla jo parempi ja laulu maalla laatuisampi,
Kuin onpi Manalan mailla, noilla, tuolla Tuonelan tuvilla.
Tuonelan tuvilla.
Viikon vuotti VÀinÀmöistÀ, valvoen vajojen pÀissÀ,
Kuunnellen kujan perÀllÀ, vahtaellen vainiolla,
Jou'utti tulisen jousen, koppoi kaaren kauneimman
PÀÀn varalle VÀinÀmöisen, surmaksi suvantolaisen.
SiitÀ vanha VÀinÀmöinen suistuvi sulahan,
SelÀstÀ sinisen hirven.
[English translation:]
At The Huts Of The Underworld
Joukahainen, a youthful son,
Laplander, a slender fellow
Bore a grudge within his heart,
Bitter envy in his bosom.
Thus he worked a fiery crossbow,
So he shaped a noble bow
And he formed the bow of iron,
Overlaid the back with copper.
Then the points were to be sharpened.
So the arrows then were ready
And his bow was fit for bending.
"Now, should you bring 'bout VÀinÀmöinen's death
And by your arrow let him die,
Joy will then fade away from Earth.
Songs cannot then be heard again.
Elation is way better on Eary
And the music is more cheerful in here
Than somewhere in the land of the dead,
At the huts of the Underworld."
Long he watched for VÀinÀmöinen
Peering, peeping at the lodges,
Sometimes listening in the alleys,
Sometimes watching in the meadow.
Spanned in haste his might crossbow
And he aimed his splendid weapon
At the head of VÀinÀmöinen,
Thus to kill Suvantolainen.
And then the old VÀinÀmöinen
Fell head over heels in water
Off the back of his blue moose.
Piti viikosta vihoa, ylen kauaista kaetta
Laativi tulisen jousen, jalon kaaren kaunistavi:
Kaaren rauasta rakenti, vaskesta selÀn valavi;
"Karkaeli nuoliansa.
Sai vasamat valmihiksi ja jousen jÀnniteltÀvÀksi"
Sie ampuisitko nyt VÀinÀmöisen ja kaataisitko kalevalaisen,
Tuo ilo ilmalta katoisi ja laulu maalta lankeaisi.
On ilo ilmalla jo parempi ja laulu maalla laatuisampi,
Kuin onpi Manalan mailla, noilla, tuolla Tuonelan tuvilla.
Tuonelan tuvilla.
Viikon vuotti VÀinÀmöistÀ, valvoen vajojen pÀissÀ,
Kuunnellen kujan perÀllÀ, vahtaellen vainiolla,
Jou'utti tulisen jousen, koppoi kaaren kauneimman
PÀÀn varalle VÀinÀmöisen, surmaksi suvantolaisen.
SiitÀ vanha VÀinÀmöinen suistuvi sulahan,
SelÀstÀ sinisen hirven.
[English translation:]
At The Huts Of The Underworld
Joukahainen, a youthful son,
Laplander, a slender fellow
Bore a grudge within his heart,
Bitter envy in his bosom.
Thus he worked a fiery crossbow,
So he shaped a noble bow
And he formed the bow of iron,
Overlaid the back with copper.
Then the points were to be sharpened.
So the arrows then were ready
And his bow was fit for bending.
"Now, should you bring 'bout VÀinÀmöinen's death
And by your arrow let him die,
Joy will then fade away from Earth.
Songs cannot then be heard again.
Elation is way better on Eary
And the music is more cheerful in here
Than somewhere in the land of the dead,
At the huts of the Underworld."
Long he watched for VÀinÀmöinen
Peering, peeping at the lodges,
Sometimes listening in the alleys,
Sometimes watching in the meadow.
Spanned in haste his might crossbow
And he aimed his splendid weapon
At the head of VÀinÀmöinen,
Thus to kill Suvantolainen.
And then the old VÀinÀmöinen
Fell head over heels in water
Off the back of his blue moose.