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Crazy wind over the sea,

it punished the poor boat of mine;

an evening of cold fog,

which didn't let me row.

Hard was for me,

reaching the shore;

in spite of effort

that day,

when grief and pain

they cried,

trying to kill

my thought.

When exhausted and with sorrow,

I saw myself near other worlds,

without hope of

reaching land;

when Ægir's daughters

hit my boat,

I had to swim back home,

scared of going

to the land of Pohja,

to Pimentola, without known.