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Mariainen

Author: 
Pekko Käppi

Reading from Southbank Centre's Poetry Parnassus festival, 2012.

Translated from the Finnish by the author:

Mariainen

What do I sing, of whom am I singing?
I am singing about the Creator’s death
about the death of Mariainen

Deep grave was dug
Deep grave, iron bottom
to the depth of nine laps
to the depth of ten arm lengths

There the Creator was buried
Mariainen put to death
sealed with tin nails
sealed with iron nails

So the Creator is being prayed to
Oh, merciful Creator
Make the sun shine
And God’s moon shine

Melt away the Golden nails
Melt away the iron nails
Let the Creator run away
let Mariainen run away too

Mari was running down the road
A hundred saints behind her
A thousand saints behind her

A pile of wood falls across
She bows to the pile of wood
and gives her hand to the pile of wood

The holy crowd is puzzled
What’s up with our Mari?

A bridge comes across
She bows to the bridge
and gives her hand to the bridge

The holy crowd is puzzled
What’s up with our Mari?

A church comes across
She doesn’t bow to the church
and doesn’t give her hand to the altar