Oh, thou daring son of Lempo
Best of all my friends and comrades
Well examine the horizon
Whether clear or filled with sorrow
Clear the sky appears
But behind a dark horizon
In the north a cloud has risen
And a longer still is near
Art thou speaking truth?
I am fearful of the war-ships
Of Pohyola quick pursuing
Look again with keener vision
I will never share the Sampo
Not with thee thy child of Lempo
Not with wicked Lemminkäinen
Not with thee old Väinämöinen
Clear the sky appears
But behind a dark horizon
In the north a cloud has risen
And a longer still is near
Not a Laplander can banish
Väinämöinen and his people
Never can a Turyalander
Drive my tribes from Kalevala
I will never share the Sampo
Not with thee thy child of Lempo
Not with wicked Lemminkäinen
Not with thee old Väinämöinen