"Vain henkäyksen verran riemus kesti, vain silmänräpäyksen tuskas syvä. Maan helmaan lempeään kuin peltoon jyvä nukahdat hiljaa, uinut suloisesti.Niin Kauneus, min täyden kasvun esti tään elos vajavuus, nyt täydentyvä on kuolemassas, muotoon ylentyvä kukoistavaan ja uuteen tuhannesti.Maa sinut sireenien, niinipuiden suo hautaas haparoiviin valkojuuriin, vie suonet umpuihin, ja suvikuiden.tulessa kukkiin hunajaisiin, suuriin puut puhkeaa – näin untes säteileväin suloista täyttymystä kantaa keväin."

"The border cracks open facing Asia and the East."

"There are lots of words -"

"I sang to my dear dead mother"

"BLUE CROSS: Lord, great are my woes, / greater are your deeds, / do not think of me, / remember the unbaptised! // The Lord heard the bright one's cry, / he gave a sign, changed the girl / to a blue cross-tree ..."

"TUURI: Let not evermore, / let the gods celebrate / with mortal people! / The gods have long festivals, / man's life is fleeting, / swift as a wheel's turn ..."

"YLERMI: The church will fall down before / the mitten parts from the stone! / The walls will crumble before / the finger rots on the wall! / Before that, may a time come / too, another, harsher time / which will not bow down to death, / will not crawl off to Mana. // He spurred the horse, and the flames / engulfed his golden helmet. / The mitten's on the stone still."

"LAPLAND SUMMER:"

"Outbursts blossom in Lapland rapidly"

"LAPIN KESÄ:"

"Lapissa kaikki kukkii nopeasti,"

"Hark! My ears are catching corncrake’s clicking,"

"Life was given to man"

"The others got heart, I got the harp."

"Life is a hot day, perhaps death is a cool night. Life is a shallow bay, perhaps death is a clear, deep sea."

"Sinuhe, my friend, we have been born into strange times. Everything is melting - changing its shape - like clay on a potter's wheel. Dress is changing, words, customs are changing, and people no longer believe in the gods - though they may fear them. Sinuhe, my friend, perhaps we were born to see the sunset of the world, for the world is already old, and twelve hundred years have passed since the building of the pyramids. When I think of this, I want to bury my head in my hands and cry like a child."