No man nor a god, with a sword he carved
 With a feather he conjured
 An [bad word] from the bone of fish
 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 [bad word] 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.