The prudent old Wäinämöinen
Now shouting cried loudly 160
In the river of Tuoni
In the lowland of Manala.
‘Bring a boat, daughter of Tuoni,
A ship, child of Manala,
For my going over this creek, 165
For my crossing over the river.’
The dwarfish daughter of Tuoni,
The stunted maiden of Manala,