No man nor a god, with a sword he carved With a feather he conjured An instrument from the bone of fish A kantele from the jaws of a pike Sat on a golden rock, on a bank of a golden river By the brink of golden falls, under the golden sun
The birds flew to the singer The wildfowl from the open sea
The fingers plucked the brightest chord Tolled the fangs of a pike The colours of rainbow lighted Above the silent waters
Came forth the woodland creatures, the spirits great and small The mistress and the master of Tapiola, forest folk
Behind a cloud of blue, the moon wove the strands of silver On the edge of the cloud of red, the daylight gilded the cloth
The small fish in the shallows, the big ones under the surface The king of waters, on the waves, the queen on an open sea
From distant fens came the swans An eagle from its heaven high
Each one comprehended and understood Each one shed a tear, they wept and cried
Each and every tear, tears of everyone All joined to flow into the silent waters The golden stream of life carried the tears to the sea To oceans’ deep keeps the pearls were concealed.