Composed of coarse sail needle-points, wound up from woman's spinning-whorls,
Scratched up from heaps of twigs,
Broken off from heather, stript off from grasses.
Collected from a rapid's foam, poured out from the sea's froth.
Roughly botched out of feathers,
From the inward parts of Syöjätär, from under the liver of Mammotar.[1]
Variants.
2 A third has a fist [v. throat, v. skin] like a pole.
(b.)
Gripes, the panting, moaning, insolent, stupid boy,
A stay-at-home and good for nothing.
Certainly I know thy stock.
Thou wast made from nothing good, from nothing good, from something bad.
Thou wast gathered from hard wood— made from tar wood
Fashioned out of aspen's fungus, twisted out of birch agaric.
(c.)
A lean Lapp boy
Was making his way beneath the path, travels along beneath the ground,
With a bloody axe on his shoulder.
He struck a man against the heart — cut him sharply on the breast.
From that colic originated — the groaning (boy) was stirred to ire.
xxxii. — The Origin of Rickets, Atrophy (Riisi).
A maiden rose from a dell [v. water] — a "soft skirts" from a clump of grass.
Who was beautiful to behold — the delight of those living in the world.
She pays no regard to suitors — has no fancy for the good men.
- ↑ See Folk-Lore, i, 45, note.
