Long, indeed, i have been sleeping
Unconscious of existence
But my sleep was full of sweetness
Sweet the sleep in Tuonela
The decrepit shepherd of Sariola
Blind and lame, poor and wretched
And to whom I did a favor
Sent me to Manala
To the river of Tuoni
Sent a serpent from waters
Did not recognize the serpent
Through my heart, he pierced
Could not speak his language
Did not know the sting of adders
Didn't know the sting of serpents
Nor the reed of waters
In the floods was born the serpent
From the marrow of the gray-duck
From the brain of ocean-swallows
Suoyatar had made saliva
Casts it on the waves of ocean
Softly shone the sun upon it
By the waves was driven shoreward
Landed by the surging billows