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He it was who me created,
Made me, through these days of evil
In the cold to shine for ever,
And to glimmer through the darkness.”
Then she thought to wander further,
And she went upon her wanderings,
And the moon came next to meet her,
And she bowed herself before him.390
“Moon, whom Jumala created,
Know you nothing of my infant,
Where my little son is hidden,
Where is hid my golden apple?”
And the moon made answer to her:
“If I knew I would not tell it.
He it was who me created,
Always in these days of evil
Through the night to watch all lonely,
And to sleep throughout the daytime.”400
Then she thought to wander further,
And she went upon her wanderings,
And there came the sun to meet her,
And she bowed herself before him.
“Sun, whom Jumala created,
Know you nothing of my infant,
Where my little son is hidden,
Where is hid my golden apple?”
And the sun made answer wisely:
“Well indeed I know your infant.410
He it was who me created,
In these days of finest weather,
Golden rays to shed about me,
Silver rays to scatter round me.
“Well indeed I know your infant,
Know your son, unhappy mother!
There thy little son is hidden,
There is hid thy golden apple,
In the swamps to waistband sunken,
To his arm-pits in the marshlands.”420
Marjatta the hapless maiden
Sought her infant in the marshes,