I who have forged the heavens
I also have my king
To northland I was sent

I was cast to distant Pohjola
Enforced by my king's spells
His orders undenied

From the small [bad word] of earth
From the fleece of summer eve
From the memory of a single seed

From the flair of a swan's feather
I let the [bad word] seeping
From the heaven, the heaven of my heart

There my skills were known to them all
They all knew my name
All knew of my might

And I forged a godly device
machine divine
The gates of plenty opened by me