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with a sad smile and with a sad sigh,
the old man answered: "dear son,
I already forgot the distant
and gloomy land which used be mine,
in Finland, in the vales of hidden,
while driving a herd of the near village,
my careless youth was knowing only
the dense and thick old oak forests,
the streams, the caves of our harsh rocks,
and jolly fun of savage sources.
but th' living in comforting peace
not for long was consigned to me.

then near our modest hamlet,
like a sweet blossom of confinement,
Naina lived. among girlfriends
she gloried with beauty.
once in the morn dew,
I drove my herds, blowing the sifflet,
toward a dark meadow full of grass;
I met a singing stream ahead.
alone, young beauty alike fairy
was weaving a wreath on the bank.
I was drawn by my fortune' signal ...
oh, noble knight, that was Naina!
I darted to her - and the fatal burning
was my reward for a daring glance,
and I learned the love by my soul,
with all its heavenly delight,
with all its painful longing sore.

half of a year has run nowhither;
with awe I opened up to her,
I said: I love you, oh Naina.
but, to my shy and timid pain,
Naina haughtily attentioned,
adoring just her charms and lustre,
and she indifferently answered:
"I do not love you, shepherd!"

and everything got mad and somber:
my darling grove, shady oaks,
and cheerful plays of shepherd boys -
none was a solace for my suffer.
in despaire, heart was wilting, drying.
and finally I thought a scheme
to leave the homy Finnish fields;
to swim across unfaithful heavings
of oceans with a brothers-mates,
deserving thus with the battle fame
a proud attention of Naina.
I summoned gallant fishermen
to seek for danger and gold fortune.
the first time our quiet land
was hearing warlike sound of morglays
and the din of non-peaceful sails.
away I pulled, all full of hope,
with a' crew of fearless countrymen;
for ten years waves and waves of snow
were crimsoning from th' hostile veins.
and rumor rushed: the kings of foreigns
were trembled of boldness I displayed;
their celebrated squads and warriors
fled off the northern swords and flags.
we gaily fought, we were awfull,
we shared of tributes, preys, and gifts,
and we sat down with the conquered
to have vigorous friendly feasts.
but a heart filled of sweet Naina,
under the noise of battle and feasts,
was languishing with a secret bloodweal,
in crave for Finnish coasts and fields.
my friends, it's time to go home!
let's hang our idle chain mails off
under the shade of the native hut.
I said - and the oars instant rustled;
so, leaving fear afar behind,
we flew with cheerful grace and pride
to our dear country' cove.

the dreams of long time have come real,
impassionate wishes came to be!
a moment of the sweetest meet-up,
you sparkled also for me!
to the arrogant beauty's feet
I brought my bloody sword and sheath,
smaragdes, jewelry, and pearls;
in front of her, being drunk with heat,
surrounded by a silent mill
of her bewildered girlfriends,
I stood as an obedient captive;
but th' maiden covered from me,
while said with cold and absent facelet:
"I don't love you, hero!"

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