Assuredly will I regret thee most bitterly when I shall learn that thou art dead, that thou hast disappeared, from among the multitude of the living, that thou hast ceased to be one of the members of my family.

Floods of tears shall I weep in my chamber.

The waves of tears will overflow on the floor.

And upon the stairway lamentably shall I weep; and in the stable loudly shall I sorrow.

Upon the icy ways the snow shall melt under my tears--under my tears the earth of the roads shall melt away; under my tears new meadow grass shall grow up, green sprouting, and through that grass little streams shall murmur away." To this mother, naturally, Kullervo says no unkind words.