Itkun pieksin petkeleellä

SKVR XIII1 1995·Sakkola·1888·Collector: Neovius, A. D.

In the SKVR edition: Sakkola. Neovius 314. 27/2 88. Yrjänä Kotti.

Song types: Ei ole minulla niin kuin muilla isoa, emoa, Emo jätti kuin jänön pojan, Isä jätti iljenelle, Itkun pieksijä, Kynnin kymmenen vakoa, Neito kyntäjänä, Piennä petti mun emoni, Tiirin liirin tengan löysin

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1Itkun pieksin petkeleellä,I beat my weeping with a wooden tool,

2surun survoin huumarella,I crushed my sorrow in the marsh,

3hakkasin halon keralla,I split a log with a wedge,

4vatkasin vasaran kanssa,I toiled with a hammer,

5surun pieksin pehmiäksi,I pounded grief soft,

6löin itku(i)ni ijäiset.I struck my eternal weepings.

7En uo itkenyt issoo,I did not weep for father,

8en itkenyt emmoo,nor weep for mother,

9vaikka petti pienosenna,though abandoned as a child,

10jätti kuin jänö pojjaasenleft like a hare's young,

11suolle soikkeroittamaane,to wander the swamp,

12palolle papattamaane.to stumble on the heath.

13Piennä petti miu issoini,As a child, my father abandoned me,

14vakahanna vanhempaini,my steadfast parents,

15sano kuuksi kuolevaasen,called me a moon to die,

16kaheksi kattoovaasen.as two to be sheltered.

17Ei ollut pololla miulla,I had no path,

18ei olt turvaa tuvassa,no safety in the house,

19armoo ei katoksen alla;no mercy beneath the roof;

20sen kun kynnin kyykyttelin,so I plowed, bent double,

21itse kynnin, itse kylvin,myself plowed, myself sowed,

22itse siemenen sirotin,myself scattered the seed,

23selässäin oli siemen säkki,on my back was the seed sack,

24olallain oli atrain aisat,on my shoulders, the harrow's shafts.

25itse kynnin kyysen pellon,I plowed the tearful field,

26itse vaivanen vakosin.myself bore the toil.

27Mie itse orosen ostin,I myself bought a horse,

28orosell siit otran kynnin,with the horse plowed barley,

29kynnin kymmenen vakkoaa,plowed ten measures,

30tuoss sain mie sata kekkoo,there I gained a hundred sheaves,

31lyhe kussain kieossa,short ones in some stacks,

32olen kors' oli lyhtehessä,the straw was in the short one,

33otra oli joka olessa,barley was in every stalk,

34tähkä oli täynnä jyyvvii.ears full of grains.

35Tul' miu oiva otra vuosi,My fine barley grew,

36ruis vuosi tuli aivo runsas,rye grew most abundant,

37ei vaa kaurat kasvann(i)eet.only the oats did not grow.

English translations by DeepSeek R1, provided by Lidia Pivovarova (University of Helsinki). AI-generated translations may contain inaccuracies.

The text is that of the SKVR digital edition of the Finnish Literature Society (SKS), with these changes:

The edition’s line numbers are replaced by a number on every verse, counted as in the poem reader.
The editors’ notes, and the marks in the verses that point to them, are left out; they can be read at SKS.

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Text: SKVR (Suomen Kansan Vanhat Runot), the digital edition of the Finnish Literature Society (SKS), licensed under CC BY 4.0.

Permanent address of this poem at SKS: http://urn.fi/urn:nbn:fi:sks-kvr-073545 · Read at SKS ↗

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