Fly direct to Sariola,
Fly as fast as wings can bear thee;
When thou hast arrived in safety,
On the plains of darksome Northland,
Tell the archers and the spearmen,
They will never catch the eagle,
In his journey from Pohyola,
To his Island-borne and fortress.” 
Then the Ahti-eagle hastened
Straightway to his mother’s cottage,
In his face the look of trouble,
In his heart the pangs of sorrow. 
Ahti’s mother ran to meet him,
When she spied him in the pathway,
Walking toward her island-dwelling;
These the words the mother uttered: 
“Of my sons thou art the bravest,
Art the strongest of my children;
Wherefore then comes thine annoyance,
On returning from Pohyola? 
Wert thou worsted at the banquet,
At the feast and great carousal? 
At thy cups, if thou wert injured,
Thou shalt here have better treatment
Thou shalt have the cup thy father
Brought me from the hero-castle.” 
Spake the reckless Lemminkainen: 
“Worthy mother, thou that nursed me,
If I had been maimed at drinking,
I the landlord would have worsted,
Would have slain a thousand heroes,
Would have taught them useful lessons.” 
Lemminkainen’s mother answered: 
“Wherefore then art thou indignant,
Didst thou meet disgrace and insult,
Did they rob thee of thy courser? 
Buy thou then a better courser
With the riches of thy mother,
With thy father’s horded treasures.” 
Spake the hero, Lemminkainen: 
“Faithful mother of my being,
If my steed had been insulted,
If for him my heart was injured,
I the landlord would have punished,
Would have punished all the horsemen,
All of Pohya’s strongest riders.” 
Lemminkainen’s mother answered: 
“Tell me then thy dire misfortune,
What has happened to my hero,
On his journey to Pohyola? 
Have the Northland maidens scorned thee,
Have the women ridiculed thee? 
If the maidens scorned thy presence. 
If the women gave derision,
There are others thou canst laugh at,
Thou canst scorn a thousand women.” 
Said the reckless Lemminkainen: 
“Honored mother, fond and faithful,
If the Northland dames had scorned me
Or the maidens laughed derision,
I the maidens would have punished,
Would have scorned a thousand women.” 
Lemminkainen’s mother answered: 
“Wherefore then are thou indignant,
Thus annoyed, and heavy-hearted,
On returning from Pohyola? 
Was thy feasting out of season,
Was the banquet-beer unworthy,
Were thy dreams of evil import
When asleep in darksome Northland?”
This is Lemminkainen’s answer: 
“Aged women may remember
What they dream on beds of trouble;
I have seen some wondrous visions,
Since I left my Island-cottage. 
My beloved, helpful mother,
Fill my bag with good provisions,
Flour and salt in great abundance,
Farther must thy hero wander,
He must leave his home behind him,