The Beginning Of Times – Original Poems

Original poetry by < a href="http://www.pekkakainulainen.fi/" target="blank">Pekka Kainulainen.
Translated from Finnish by Erkki Virta.

THE BEGINNING OF TIME

I have a wish to sing now
Of time before the beginning
when nothing was all there was
but how to sing of nothing?

So I sing of the beginning
the birth of all creation
the borders of nothingness
the substance of inception

The solitude of space my mother
my father salt of the sea
infinity had no end
time had no beginning

Still unborn I remained
still unopened the narrow gate
still unborn in my hiding place
still no release bestowed upon me

Wrapped around my darkness
I knew my time was waiting
I felt the days pass by, and nights,
and the way of the northern stars

The songs were born into my mind
the knowledge of the stars
the stories before and after
the spells of war, and peace

The birth of the world was my birth too
I found the land, began the time
from shorelessness of sea
from underneath the space

SOOTHSAYER

I rose, and in doing so
raised others with me
I shared my ancient wisdom
and taught the ways to be

I sang the charms of stars
and sowed the land with strenght
I set the abodes for men
and steered the rightful roads

Within my being sings the god on high
the glimmer of stars in my bloodstream
I am the abyss, I am the bridge
I am the heaven, I am the land

I feel the communion
of the largest and the least
the way from death to life
the path of stone and gold

I live on wings of eagle
I know the secrets of seas
my forms countless, a mole or a frog
the fish in a tiny pond

I’ve been here from the beginning
the echoes and tones I recognise
the eternal poems of nonexistence
the birthwords of time’s beginning

I’ve been here from the beginning!

LEADER’S MIGHT

He holds a sword in his hand
it’s might the flare of sun
to cleave a stone in two
to take down a mountain

He holds a feather in his hand
it’s lightness a heavenly force
he wields the power to transform
the whole world with its’ brush

brains aglow with scenes of death
bones carved with words of life
beneath the footsteps a circle of stars
arms both heavy and light

He holds a sword in his hand
it’s might the flare of sun
to cleave a stone in two
to take down a mountain

He holds a feather in his hand
it’s lightness a heavenly force
he wields the power to transform
the whole world with its’ brush

PIKE

A red pike of blue waters I am
a lifesong resonates in me, my bones ashiver with magic and lore

a wolf of the waters I am, a shooting arrow of solitude
my eye a golden ring to marry the dead with soon to born

a lightning I am, a spear afloat in water
setting sun in a beat of my heart, rising the moon of my eye

come to me, take your star
leave with me, born into your world

capture me, take my flesh
take my head, my lore and my skills

a lifesong resonates in me
my bones ashiver with magic and lore!

EAGLE

An eagle I am
sweeping and soaring
the sun above my wings
the land of men beneath me

My path is paved on wind
a star sets my course
my mind is my sky
my body the soul of land

An eagle I am
sweeping and soaring
the sun above my wings
the land of men beneath me

THREE WORDS

But for want of three words
three words for my magic song
a boat for love I´d carve
a craft of life I’d build

from all the four corners
from heights beyond the skies
from in between the golden stars
from dead lands down below

I seek the magic for my spell
the power for my charm
for want of three words
three words for my (magic) song

Along the Tuoni pathway
to gloomy silent shore
across the lands of dead
to find the missing charm

Death’s maiden showed the way to
Death’s grim abode where
Death’s daughter offered me
Death’s drink to have

But for want of three words
three words for my magic song
a boat for love I´d carve
a craft of life I’d build

Ainotheme:
YOU I NEED

I was born as the world was born
as tones and words of the primeval song
I need no bow nor swords
my kingship is known to gods

Above the sea of my loneliness
I need to have my sky
to go with my story
I need to have your words

I need you to be the guide
the mirror to sky and sea
to portray all above and below
the gate of life and death

And a king has his moon
like a queen has her sun
to make the song go on
the song of creator of gods

I need you to be the guide
the mirror to sky and sea
to portray all above and below
the gate of life and death

Ainotheme:
THE MERMAID

From the blue waters of mermaids
I caught a fish that was no fish
no trout, no salmon, man nor woman

I drew my knife to gut my catch
but off it took, back to the lake
vanished into the waves

to rise again, a long way off, a trout turned into a maid
she showed herself, all glittering, and spoke unto me then
woe to you for never knowing me

She was my maid, my wife-to-be
returned to me one final time
and I did not know her, but made her flee

beneath the waves, and marbled rocks
the crevices of blackest depths
disappeared my dream, swam away my hope

not wanting to become mine anymore, to give herself to me
like she had wanted to, like she had promised
but I did not know her, I knew her not

Ainotheme:
ON A STRANDED SHORE

Silk of blue
woven by the moon
spun by the sun
threads of gold

silver in wrists, and rings
hair braided in red
fabrics iridescent
shoes featherlight

as reeds and straws on a shore
as sallows, sprigs and twigs
as bark and as foliage
as clamshells and as sand

My maidens’ flesh now fish in lake
her blood now waters blue
her ribs now willows on a shore
her hair grass on waters’ edge

o god of sleep
tell in my dream
where has my maiden gone
where lies my mermaid now

rise above the waves
from waters’ dark grave
under the liver coloured stones
become a maid again

These shores are not for fishing
these waters not for drinking
no sun beheld above these shores
no moon reflected on waters here

REFORMATION

When I am broken, when I depart
when my eyes stray from yours
when I no longer know you, my love
when I am broken, when I depart

When from my head my mane is torn
when my hair is blowing in solar wind
when into my eyes glowing nails are driven
when heavy boots march across my chest

When I am broken, when I depart
when my eyes stray from yours
when I no longer know you, my love
when I am broken, when I depart

Fear you not, weep not for me
for finally I am released
to go to the heaven of all earths
to the heaven of all earths

ESCAPE
(Väinämöinen seeks wisdom from Manala)

Death bestows no wisdom
no might from death endowed
there is no return thence
no way to go back home

Therein lie nets of iron
and seines of copper made
with drinks that lull to sleep
of everlasting shackles

Death bestows no wisdom
no might from death endowed
there is no return thence
no way to go back home

But I transformed my shape
and took the form of a snake
I swam through the nets
and wriggled back to life

I did transform my shape
I did return back to life
transformed my shape
back to life

Swampsong, Väinämöinen encounters Joukahainen
MY ENEMY

He set out to take my life
and the power of my soul
his spells against my might
my wrath he did ignite

The lightning of my eyes crushes you to dust
the snakes of my fingers drag you into mire
vanishing under you the trembling earth
your legs turning to sludge

your brain replaced by mine
your mind changed into mine
you lose sight of yourself
your world no longer yours

I feel your feelings now
I know now what you knew
I see how you have lied
plunge you into your grave

Under the ground I force you
to Underworld I curse you
to arms of death deliver
and damn inside a rock

where remorse is useless
and no mercy shown
where bribery is futile
and no promises hold

no one there will listen
no one feels your pain
no one turns towards you
no one takes your hand

and now I will sink you
and drown you in a swamp
and sing the song of dying
and vanguish my foe

He set out to take my life
and the power of my soul
his spells against my might
my wrath he did ignite

but I will show him mercy
let him return to life
I’ll show him mercy
I’ll let him return

Pohjolatheme
THE BATTLE FOR LIGHT

She robbed the moon from the sky
derailed the sun off its’ course
enchained the light inside her mountain
and stole the wisdom away

The sun no longer shines on us no silver moon reflects
the stars no longer twinkle light to help us find our path

I’m thrown on barren wastelands
In feverish swamps I’m lost
I stagger through white-rimed lands
I drown in diseased black mire

I fight the forces of dark and cold
upon the witches cast my spells
I strike with a sword and touch with a feather
and sing my song into the night

Beyond the highest heaven
the god supreme smites with his sword
into the sea falls fiery star
a fish of deep swallows the spark

The Skyforger, come to my aid
the Magicsmith, by my side
the eldest daughter of creation
the tiny man from the sea

Still stays the moon in hiding the sun behind the dark
the spark inside the fish the light inside the mountain

Ilmatar the ancient, the mighty ocean-dwarf
Ilmarinen the skyforger, thunder and lightning

We find the hidden moon release the mountain-bound
we light the wisdom of the heart, the sun dawns anew

Pohjolatheme
A CRACK IN THE STONE

In Pohjola, a prisoner of darkness
in black court, a victim of sleep
slither like a snake I tried
a mole under the soil

a king in a strange land
a slave of the black queen
under the dark magic
bound by an unknown spell

an otter lost in muddy waters
an elk upon strange trail
a prisoner in black court
a victim of sleep in lands of dark

just the one crack in the stone
just the one fracture in the wall
just the one hole in the sky
just the one key in the lock

one path known
one sign in a dream
one direction in time
one star in mind

I needed the help of Skyforger
to forge the machine divine
to the black queen of Pohjola

HEART’S SONG

He’s not a god
I’m not a god
a man he’s not
I’m not a man

I am the cloud spirit
a singing of the rapids
a stillness within a great river
a whirl in a golden stream

He is a cloud of white
a rainbow on the rapids
the blackness of silent waters
the spirit of the man

I lead my people
I am the song of my tribe
I am the wisdom and the skills
a sword turned into poem

I am the oaken sage
the bone-hurling one
the straw-haired warrior
the boulder on riverbank

the running of blue elk I am
the embrace of red bear
the eye of golden eagle
the song in the heart of the Man

RETURN I SHALL

I’ve been here before
when the rapids roared louder
and the brooks spoke aloud
with words of lies and truth

I’ve been here before
when the sea waved wider
the lakes echoed with voices
and words of lies and truth

I’ve been here before
when the sky curved fairer
the clouds were filled with talking
of words of lies and truth

I’ve been here before
and surely I’ll return
I’ve been here before
and return I shall!

THE SONG OF THE SAGE

No man nor a god, with a sword he carved,
with a feather he conjured of bone of fish and instrument
of jaws of pike a kantele
sat on a golden rock, on a bank of a golden river
by the brink of golden rapids, under the golden sun

fingers plucked a chord, tolled the teeth of a pike
lit up the colours of rainbow, above the silent waters

came forth the woodland creatures, the spirits great and small
the Master and the Mistress of Tapiola, and all of forest folk

the birds flew to the singer
the wildfowl from the sea
the swans from distant fens
an eagle from heavens high

behind a cloud of blue, the moon wove strands of silver
on the edge of cloud of red, the day 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

people, animals, spirits, sons and daughters of men
all ceased their play, all stopped their work

each one comprehended, each one understood
each one shed a tear, each one cried and wept
each and every tear, the tears of everyone
all joined to flow together into the silent waters

the golden stream of life carried the tears to sea
to oceans’ deep keeps the pearls were concealed.