Finnish Spell Against Frost Bites

A sharp frost, the son of Blast (Puhuri), ice-crusty, wintry boy, now hast thou hurt a human skin, hast sorely injured a mother´s son, destroyed a woman´s progeny, for sapless has the man become, the stalwart man insensible. A sharp frost, the son of Puhuri, come now to recognise thy work, to remedy thine evil deeds; if thou hast bitten, heal the bite, if thou hast touched, undo the harm, or else thy mother I shall tell, to thy father shall make it known.

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Sharp frost,

The sun of Bohori,

Winter's benumbling sun.

Don't freeze my nails,

Don't demand my toes.

Don't nip with frost my head,

Don't touch my ears.

Too hast enough to freeze,

Many to nip with frost.

Without frost biting a human skin,

The body of a mother's son.

Be gone,

Freeze snake fields,

Freeze swamps,

Freeze land,

The water willow nip.

Attacked knots of aspen trees cause roots of birch to ache.

Bite disabling firs,

Refrigerate hot stones,

Flat stones that are burning hot.

Iron rocks and hills of steel,

The widely rushing wuxi falls.

The frightful rapids of Imatra,

The merging of the northern sea.

The declivities of the boundless sea,

The swirling waters of Rufus.

The terrific midstream broil.

O Virgin Mary,

Mother dear,

Beloved mother compassionate.

Bring me a soft fur coat,

Fetch a hairy coat of wool with which I'll shelter me.

Pour wretch so that the sharp frost cannot bite into my stockings.

Cast sunfire into my tatters.

Bits of coal so that the sharp frost cannot bite.

That the hard weather that swamps amiss over the land.

It is pleasant to live in a mist,

In a district wrapped in fog.

If still a chance rain should ensue,

Let a scrap of butter,

Another of that belayed on the spot sharp frost has nipped on the place the hard weather touched.