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O thou smith, O Ilmarinen, Yestreen and before thou workedst, Work to-day with equal vigour. Forge me now a rake of iron, Let the teeth be close together, Close the teeth, and long the handle 20 That I rake among the billows, And may rake the waves together, And may rake among the lake-reeds, With the rake rake all the margins, And my instrument recover, And the kantele recover, From the devious paths of fishes, From the rocky caves of salmon.