I who have forged the heavens
I was cast to distant Pohjola
Enforced by my king's spells
From the small crumbs of earth
From the fleece of summer eve
From the memory of a single seed
From the flair of a swan's feather
I let the milk come seeping
From the heaven, the heaven of my heart
There my skills were known to them all
And I forged a godly device
The gates of plenty opened by me