Kalevala : the Epic Poem of Finland – Volume 02. Неизвестный автор

thy writhing entrails?

        From the death-belt of Tuoni.

        "This thine origin, O Serpent,

        This thy charm of evil import,

        Vilest thing of God's creation,

        Writhing, hissing thing of evil,

        With the color of Tuoni,

        With the shade of earth and heaven,

        With the darkness of the storm-cloud.

        Get thee hence, thou loathsome monster,

        Clear the pathway of this hero.

        I am mighty Lemminkainen,

        On my journey to Pohyola,

        To the feastings and carousals,

        In the halls of darksome Northland."

        Thereupon the snake uncoiling,

        Hundred-eyed and heinous monster,

        Crawled away to other portals,

        That the hero, Kaukomieli,

        Might proceed upon his errand,

        To the dismal Sariola,

        To the feastings and carousals

        In the banquet-halls of Pohya.

      RUNE XXVII

      THE UNWELCOME GUEST

        I have brought young Kaukomieli,

        Brought the Islander and hero,

        Also known as Lemminkainen,

        Through the jaws of death and ruin,

        Through the darkling deeps of Kalma,

        To the homesteads of Pohyola,

        To the dismal courts of Louhi;

        Now must I relate his doings,

        Must relate to all my bearers,

        How the merry Lemminkainen,

        Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,

        Wandered through Pohyola's chambers,

        Through the halls of Sariola,

        How the hero went unbidden

        To the feasting and carousal,

        Uninvited to the banquet.

        Lemminkainen full of courage,

        Full of life, and strength, and magic.

        Stepped across the ancient threshold,

        To the centre of the court-room,

        And the floors of linwood trembled,

        Walls and ceilings creaked and murmured.

        Spake the reckless Lemminkainen,

        These the words that Ahti uttered:

        "Be ye greeted on my coming,

        Ye that greet, be likewise greeted!

        Listen, all ye hosts of Pohya;

        Is there food about this homestead,

        Barley for my hungry courser,

        Beer to give a thirsty stranger?

        Sat the host of Sariola

        At the east end of the table,

        Gave this answer to the questions:

        "Surely is there in this homestead,

        For thy steed an open stable,

        Never will this host refuse thee,

        Shouldst thou act a part becoming,

        Worthy, coming to these portals,

        Waiting near the birchen rafters,

        In the spaces by the kettles,

        By the triple hooks of iron."

        Then the reckless Lemminkainen

        Shook his sable locks and answered:

        "Lempo may perchance come hither,

        Let him fill this lowly station,

        Let him stand between the kettles,

        That with soot he may be blackened.

        Never has my ancient father,

        Never has the dear old hero,

        Stood upon a spot unworthy,

        At the portals near the rafters;

        For his steed the best of stables,

        Food and shelter gladly furnished,

        And a room for his attendants,

        Corners furnished for his mittens,

        Hooks provided for his snow-shoes,

        Halls in waiting for his helmet.

        Wherefore then should I not find here

        What my father found before me?"

        To the centre walked the hero,

        Walked around the dining table,

        Sat upon a bench and waited,

        On a bench of polished fir-wood,

        And the kettle creaked beneath him.

        Spake the reckless Lemminkainen:

        "As a guest am I unwelcome,

        Since the waiters bring no viands,

        Bring no dishes to the stranger?"

        Ilpotar, the Northland hostess,

        Then addressed the words that follow:

        "Lemminkainen, thou art evil,

        Thou art here, but not invited,

        Thou hast not the look of kindness,

        Thou wilt give me throbbing temples,

        Thou art bringing pain and sorrow.

        All our beer is in the barley,

        All the malt is in the kernel,

        All our grain is still ungarnered,

        And our dinner has been eaten;

        Yesterday thou shouldst have been here,

        Come again some future season."

        Whereupon wild Lemminkainen

        Pulled his mouth awry in anger,

        Shook his coal-black locks and answered:

        "All the tables here are empty,

        And the feasting-time is over;

        All the beer has left the goblets,

        Empty too are all the pitchers,

        Empty are the larger vessels.

        O thou hostess of Pohyola,

        Toothless dame of dismal Northland,

        Badly managed is thy wedding,

        And thy feast is ill-conducted,

        Like the dogs hast thou invited;

        Thou hast baked the honey-biscuit,

        Wheaten loaves of greatest virtue,

        Brewed thy beer from hops and barley,

        Sent abroad thine invitations,

        Six the hamlets thou hast honored,

        Nine