I will hunt thine ancient mother,
Sing thine origin of evil,
How arose thy head of horror;
Suoyatar, thine ancient mother,
Thing of evil, thy creator!”
“Suoyatar once let her spittle
Fall upon the waves of ocean;
This was rocked by winds and waters,
Shaken by the ocean-currents,
Six years rocked upon the billows,
Rocked in water seven summers,
On the blue-back of the ocean,
On the billows high as heaven;
Lengthwise did the billows draw it,
And the sunshine gave it softness,
To the shore the billows washed it,
On the coast the waters left it. 
“Then appeared Creation’s daughters,
Three the daughters thus appearing,
On the roaring shore of ocean,
There beheld the spittle lying,
And the daughters spake as follows: 
’What would happen from this spittle,
Should the breath of the Creator
Fall upon the writhing matter,
Breathe the breath of life upon it,
Give the thing the sense of vision? 
“The Creator heard these measures,
Spake himself the words that follow: 
’Evil only comes from evil,
This is the expectoration
Of fell Suoyatar, its mother;
Therefore would the thing be evil,
Should I breathe a soul within it,
Should I give it sense of vision.’ 
“Hisi heard this conversation,
Ever ready with his mischief,
Made himself to be creator,
Breathed a soul into the spittle,
To fell Suoyatar’s fierce anger. 
Thus arose the poison-monster,
Thus was born the evil serpent,
This the origin of evil. 
“Whence the life that gave her action’? 
From the carbon-pile of Hisi. 
Whence then was her heart created? 
From the heart-throbs of her mother
Whence arose her brain of evil? 
From the foam of rolling waters. 
Whence was consciousness awakened? 
From the waterfall’s commotion. 
Whence arose her head of venom? 
From the seed-germs of the ivy. 
Whence then came her eyes of fury? 
From the flaxen seeds of Lempo. 
Whence the evil ears for hearing? 
From the foliage of Hisi. 
Whence then was her mouth created? 
This from Suoyatar’s foam-currents
Whence arose thy tongue of anger r
From the spear of Keitolainen. 
Whence arose thy fangs of poison? 
From the teeth of Mana’s daughter. 
Whence then was thy back created? 
From the carbon-posts of Piru. 
How then was thy tail created? 
From the brain of the hobgoblin. 
Whence arose thy writhing entrails? 
From the death-belt of Tuoni. 
“This thine origin, O Serpent,
This thy charm of evil import,
Vilest thing of God’s creation,
Writhing, hissing thing of evil,
With the color of Tuoni,
With the shade of earth and heaven,
With the darkness of the storm-cloud. 
Get thee hence, thou loathsome monster,
Clear the pathway of this hero. 
I am mighty Lemminkainen,
On my journey to Pohyola,
To the feastings and carousals,