Kalevala: Väinämöinen ve Dünya Yumurtası

A giant bird came from the land of Turja, the bird alighted from Lapland; it flies, it glides, it flew the ages, it flew the west, it flew to the northwest ending, seeking a place for a nest, guessing a place to dwell. Then old Wäinämöinen raised his knee from the sea as a grassy hillock, as a turf of withered grass. That giant bird from Turja found from there a place for a nest; it spotted the hillock on the sea, on the blue-tinged wave, it flies, it glides, it lands on the tip of the knee. It gathers the nest from the grass, it tickles from the end of the withered stalks; then it laid six eggs, six golden eggs, a seventh of iron. It hovers, it broods, it warms the tip of the knee; then old Wäinämöinen felt his knee burning, his limbs heating up. He jolted his knees, he shook his limbs, the eggs rolled into the water, they crunched against the sea's rocks; the eggs rolled into pieces, the giant bird rose to the air. Then old Wäinämöinen spoke his few words: "The lower half of the egg as the lower earth! The upper half of the egg as the upper heaven! Whatever in the egg is white, let it shine as the day! Whatever in the egg is yellow, let it gleam as the moon! The other fragments of the egg, let them be stars in the sky!"