So bring the boat here,
Prepare for me thy ship, 260
For my going over this creek,
For my crossing over the river.’
Greatly Tuonetar was wroth
The maiden of Mana was angry:
‘Alas, fool, for thy folly, 265
Man, for the smallness of thy sense.
Thou comest without a cause to Tuonela,
Without sickness to the dwellings of Mana: