Joukahainen, a youthful son,

Laplander, a slender fellow

bore a grudge within his heart,

bitter envy in his bosom.

Thus he worked a fiery crossbow,

so he shaped a noble bow

and he formed the bow of iron,

overlaid the back with copper.

Then the points were to be sharpened.

So the arrows then were ready

and his bow was fit for bending.

"Now, should you bring 'bout Väinämöinen's death

and by your arrow let him die,

joy will then fade away from Earth.

Songs cannot then be heard again.

Elation is way better on Eary

and the music is more cheerful in here

than somewhere in the land of the dead,

at the huts of the Underworld."

Long he watched for Väinämöinen

peering, peeping at the lodges,

sometimes listening in the alleys,

sometimes watching in the meadow.

Spanned in haste his might crossbow

and he aimed his splendid weapon

at the head of Väinämöinen,

thus to kill Suvantolainen.

And then the old Väinämöinen

fell head over heels in water

off the back of his blue moose.