Off To The Hunt

Rapids and fields, be merciful
Oh, Tapio, show me your grace
Show me the way to the islands
Let me wander through the woodlands
Where the elusive game is
Where I may at last find my prey.

In the traces of Hiisi's moose
Throught the paths of savage deer
For the hunt I was now chosen
For the pursuit I am leaving
Through the woods of Tapiola
By Tapio's huts ad lodges.

Ukko, you supreme creator
The architect of all we see
Now betow me with decent skis.

Please grant me proper snow-shoes
They ought to carry me briskly
While I am skiing through these swamps
Through the woodlands of Lapland
By the marshlands and the meadows.

Should rivers appear on the way
Should a creek be laid before you
Then build a bridge out of silk
And make stairs of scarlet color
Direct the deer through sounds and straits
Steer them through those streams and waters
Through the river of Pohjola
Through enormous frothy rapids.