Over a stone, beside the river, the people ploughed in this barley that was blent with honey. Lord of the plough was the Mighty One, strong with hundred powers: the ploughers were His servants, they who give rich gifts.

2 Thy joy in hair that falls or is scattered, wherewith thou subjectest a man to laughter, to other trees, far from thee, will I drive it. Grow up, thou Sami, with a hundred branches.

3 Auspicious, bearing mighty leaves, nurtured by the rain, even as a mother to her sons, be gracious, Sami, to our hair.