Come now my kindred, before the night falls And gruelling day’s work has been done If the bones are stiff, pain gnaws the joints Then the shoulders grow soft as dances the birch
Come now my kindred, here mead flows free And a broken pair of peasant shoes can be fed to the fire Here spirits are renewed if you know how to be And the next day’s toil may thereby go briskly
Come now my kindred, here merry tunes can be sung And much smoked fish can be eaten as well And if it sometimes happens that moon shines in water Then dreams become sweet as cloudberry honey