Squirrel’s Song

Today we flag Aleksis Kivi (1834-1874), 

one of our national writers. His iconic work Seitsemän veljestä - Seven Brothers - Siete Hermanos 
has been translated in several languages. This poem Squirrel’s Song is from Seven Brothers 

that was first published in 1870.

The municipality Nurmijärvi where he was born honors Seven Brothers in their coat of arms.
Brit Joel Willans has seen seven clones of Mr. Trump here...

I have visited a small cottage in Fanjunkars, Siuntio where he lived several years - see my post.

SQUIRREL'S SONG

Sweetly a little squirrel

lies in his moss room

the place that wolf's teeth

or hunter's trap

could never reach

From his high chamber

he looks at the world

many battles under him

but a branch of a coniver, the peace flag

fluttering above him

Such a happy living

in the swinging cradle castle

there swings the little squirrel

in the dear spruce, on the mother's chest

listening to the kantele of the Forest

There sleeps the sway-tail

front of his little window

singing birds under the sky

walk him in the evening

to the Golden Land of Dreams
...

ORAVAN LAULU

Makeasti oravainen

Makaa sammalhuoneessansa;

Sinnepä ei Hallin hammas

Eikä metsämiehen ansa

Ehtineet milloinkaan.

Kammiostaan korkeasta

Katselee hän mailman piirii,

Taisteloa allans´ monta;

Havu-oksan rauhan-viiri

Päällänsä liepoittaa.

Mikä elo onnellinen

Keinuvassa kehtolinnass´!

Siellä kiikkuu oravainen

Armaan kuusen äitinrinnass´:

Metsolan kantele soi!

Siellä torkkuu heiluhäntä

Akkunalla pienoisella,

Linnut laulain taivaan alla

Saattaa hänen iltasella

Unien Kultalaan.

#WEDNESDAY AROUND THE WORLD

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