I who have forged the heavens
I also have my king
To northland I was sent

I was cast to distant Pohjola
Enforced by my king's spells
His orders undenied


From the small crumbs of earth
From the fleece of summer ewe

From the memory of a single seed
From the flair of a swan's feather
I let the milk come seeping

From the heaven, the heaven of my heart

There my skills where known to them all

They all knew my name
All knew of my might
And I forged a godly device

A machine divine
The gates of plenty opened by me