Once to swim I sought the sea-side,There to sport among the billows;With the stone of many colorsSank poor Aino to the bottomOf the deep and boundless blue-sea,Like a pretty son-bird, perished.Never come a-fishing, father,To the...

For this I weep all my daysand throughout my lifetime grievethat I swam from my own landsand came from familiar lands towards these strange doors to these foreign gates.