Forge thyself a golden plowshare,

Forge the beam and mail of silver.

Ant the with ease

Thou can plow the field of serpents,

Plow the field of hissing vipers

Plow the soil of evil Hisi!

I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,

Hunt thine origin, o hissing serpent

Vilest thing of god's create

Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator

This is thine origin!

Serpents there of every species,

Lempo furrowed it with the white horses

And his plowshare!

With a beam of flaming iron!

Never since has a northern hero

Brought this field to cultivation.

I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,

Hunt thine origin, o hissing serpent

Vilest thing of god's create

Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator

This is thine origin!

Get thee hence, thou loathsome monster,

Clear the pathway of this hero!

I'll hunt thine ancient mother of evil,

Hunt thine origin, o hissing serpent

Vilest thing of god's create

Syöjätär, ancient mother, thy creator

This is thine origin!