And the Moon has left her station
Drops and settles in the birch-tree
And the Sun comes from his castle
Settles in the fir-tree branches
Comes to share the common pleasure
Comes to listen to the singing
Northland's old and toothless wizard
Makes the Sun and Moon her captives
In her arms she takes fair Luna
From her cradle in the birch-tree
Calls the Sun down from his station
From the fir-tree's bending branches
Carries them to upper Northland
To the darksome Sariola
Hides the Moon, no more to glimmer
In a rock of many colors
Hides the Sun, to shine no longer
In the iron-banded mountain
"Moon of gold and Sun of silver,
Hide your faces in the caverns;
Shine no more to gladden Northland,
Till I come to give ye freedom,
Drawn by coursers nine in number,
Sable coursers of one mother!"
When the golden Moon had vanished
And the silver Sun had hidden in the iron-banded caverns
Louhi stole the fire from Northland
From the regions of Wainola
Left the mansions cold and cheerless
And the cabins full of darkness
Night was king and reigned unbroken
Darkness ruled in Kalevala