(English translation of Finnish National Anthem) (Original written in Swedish)
by Johan Ludvig Runeberg
Our land, our land, our fatherland,
Let the dear words ring forth!
No hills to heaven their heights expand,
No valley dips, seas wash no strand,
More cherished than our home far north,
Than this our native land.
Our land is poor, it has no hold
On those who lust for gain,
And strangers pass it proud and cold,
But we, we treasure every grain,
For us, with moor and fell and main,
It is a land of gold.
Today is the birthday of the poet who wrote the words to it, Johan Ludvig Runeberg, celebrated in part by eating his favourite delicacy, Runeberg’s cupcakes, made for him by his wife (there is a link to recipes in my post yesterday).