Maamme

!Swedish original{{Cite web|url=http://www.nykarlebyvyer.nu/sidor/texter/poesi/jlr/vartland.htm|title=Vårt land, Finlands nationalsång av Johan Ludvig Runeberg|access-date=2019-08-06|archive-date=2023-05-31|archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20230531204052/https://www.nykarlebyvyer.nu/sidor/texter/poesi/jlr/vartland.htm|url-status=live}}

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!{{nowrap|English verse translation from Swedish{{Cite web |url=https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Our_Land_(Runeberg) |title=(Trans. from Swedish by Anna Krook, 1904.) |access-date=2019-10-26 |archive-date=2023-04-04 |archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20230404040630/https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Our_Land_(Runeberg) |url-status=live }}{{cite web|url=http://csridentity.com/finland/about.asp|title=Finland - National Anthem|work=csridentity.com|access-date=3 December 2014|archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20151213065044/http://csridentity.com/finland/about.asp|archive-date=13 December 2015|url-status=dead}}}}

|{{lang|sv|italic=no|Vårt land, vårt land, vårt fosterland,

Ljud högt, o dyra ord!

𝄆 Ej lyfts en höjd mot himlens rand,

Ej sänks en dal, ej sköljs en strand,

Mer älskad än vår bygd i nord,

Än våra fäders jord. 𝄇

Vårt land är fattigt, skall så bli

För den, som guld begär.

𝄆 En främling far oss stolt förbi:

Men detta landet älska vi,

För oss med moar, fjäll och skär

Ett guldland dock det är. 𝄇

Vi älska våra strömmars brus

Och våra bäckars språng.

𝄆 Den mörka skogens dystra sus,

Vår stjärnenatt, vårt sommarljus.

Allt, allt, vad här som syn, som sång

Vårt hjärta rört en gång. 𝄇

Här striddes våra fäders strid

Med tanke, svärd och plog.

𝄆 Här, här, i klar som mulen tid.

Med lycka hård, med lycka blid.

Det finska folkets hjärta slog.

Här bars vad det fördrog. 𝄇

Vem täljde väl de striders tal.

Som detta folk bestod.

𝄆 Då kriget röt från dal till dal.

Då frosten kom med hungers kval.

Vem mätte allt dess spillda blod

Och allt dess tålamod? 𝄇

Och det var här det blodet flöt,

Ja, här för oss det var,

𝄆 Och det var här sin fröjd det njöt,

Och det var här sin suck det göt.

Det folk som våra bördor bar

Långt före våra dar. 𝄇

Här är oss ljuvt, här är oss gott,

Här är oss allt beskärt;

𝄆 Hur ödet kastar än vår lott.

Ett land, ett fosterland vi fått,

Vad finns på jorden mera värt

Att hållas dyrt och kärt? 𝄇

Och här och här är detta land.

Vårt öga ser det här,

𝄆 Vi kunna sträcka ut vår hand

Och visa glatt på sjö och strand

Och säga: se det landet där.

Vårt fosterland det är. 𝄇

Och fördes vi att bo i glans

Bland guldmoln i det blå,

𝄆 Och blev vårt liv en stjärnedans.

Där tår ej göts, där suck ej fanns.

Till detta arma land ändå

Vår längtan skulle stå. 𝄇

O land, du tusen sjöars land,

Där sång och trohet byggt,

𝄆 Där livets hav oss gett en strand,

Vår forntids land, vår framtids land.

Var för din fattigdom ej skyggt.

Var fritt, var glatt, var tryggt. 𝄇

Din blomning, sluten än i knopp,

Skall mogna ur sitt tvång;

𝄆 Se, ur vår kärlek skall gå opp

Ditt ljus, din glans, din fröjd, ditt hopp.

Och högre klinga skall en gång

Vår fosterländska sång. 𝄇}}

|{{IPA|wrap=none|[ʋoːrt lɑnːd {{!}} ʋoːrt lɑnːd {{!}} ʋoːrt ˈfus.tær.lɑnːd {{!}}]

[jʉːd høkt {{!}} uː ˈdyː.rɑ uːrd ‖]

𝄆 [ei̯ lyfts en høi̯d muːt ˈhim.lens rɑnːd {{!}}]

[ei̯ seŋks en dɑːl {{!}} ei̯ ʃøls en strɑnːd {{!}}]

[meːr ˈel.skɑd en ʋoːr byɡd iː nuːrd {{!}}]

[en ˈʋoː.rɑ ˈfeː.dærs juːrd ‖] 𝄇

[ʋoːrt lɑnːd æːr ˈfɑ.tːig {{!}} skɑlː soː bliː {{!}}]

[føːr den {{!}} som gʉld be.ˈjæːr ‖]

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[men ˈde.tːɑ ˈlɑnː.det ˈel.skɑ ʋiː ‖]

[føːr osː meːd ˈmuː.ɑr {{!}} fjelː ok ʃæːr {{!}}]

[etː ˈgʉld.lɑnːd dokː deːt æːr ‖] 𝄇

[ʋiː ˈel.skɑ ˈʋoː.rɑ ˈstrø.mːɑrs brʉːs {{!}}]

[ok ˈʋoː.rɑ be.ˈkːɑrs sproŋ ‖]

𝄆 [den ˈmør.kɑ ˈskuː.ɡens ˈdys.trɑ {{!}}]

[ʋoːr ˈʃæːr.na.nɑtː {{!}} ʋoːrt ˈso.mːar.jʉːs ‖]

[ɑlːt {{!}} ɑlːt {{!}} ʋɑd hæːr som syn {{!}} som soŋ {{!}}]

[ʋoːrt ˈjær.tɑ rørt en goŋ ‖] 𝄇

[hæːr ˈstri.dːes ˈʋoː.rɑ ˈfeː.dærs striːd {{!}}]

[meːd ˈtaŋː.ke {{!}} sʋæːrd ok pluːg ‖]

𝄆 [hæːr {{!}} hæːr {{!}} iː klɑːr som ˈmʉː.len tiːd {{!}}]

[meːd ˈly.kːɑ hoːrd {{!}} meːd ˈly.kːɑ bliːd ‖]

[deːt ˈfin.skɑ ˈfol.kets ˈjær.tɑ sluːg {{!}}]

[hæːr bɑrs ʋaːd deːt ˈfør.druːg ‖] 𝄇

[ʋem ˈtej.de ʋeːl de ˈstriː.dærs tɑːl {{!}}]

[som ˈde.tːɑ folːk be.ˈstuːd ‖]

𝄆 [doː ˈkri.get røːt froːn daːl tilː daːl {{!}}]

[doː ˈfro.sten kom meːd ˈhʉŋ.ŋærs kʋɑːl ‖]

[ʋem ˈme.tːe alːt desː ˈspilː.dɑ bluːd {{!}}]

[ok alːt desː ˈtoː.lɑ.muːd ‖] 𝄇

[ok deːt ʋɑːr hæːr deːt ˈbluː.det fløːt {{!}}]

[jɑː hæːr føːr osː deːt ʋɑːr ‖]

𝄆 [ok deːt ʋɑːr hæːr sin frøi̯d deːt njøːt {{!}}]

[ok deːt ʋɑːr hæːr sin sʉkː deːt gøːt ‖]

[deːt folːk som ˈʋoː.rɑ ˈbør.duːr bɑːr {{!}}]

[loŋːt ˈføː.re ˈʋoː.rɑ dɑːr ‖] 𝄇

[hæːr æːr osː jʉʋt hæːr æːr osː gotː {{!}}]

[hæːr æːr osː alːt be.ˈskært ‖]

𝄆 [hʉːr ˈøː.det ˈkɑ.stɑr en ʋoːr lotː {{!}}]

[etː lɑnd etː ˈfus.tær.lɑnːd ʋi fotː ‖]

[ʋɑːd finːs poː ˈjuːr.den ˈmeː.rɑ ʋæːrt {{!}}]

[ɑtː ˈho.lːɑs dyrt ok kæːrt ‖] 𝄇

[ok hæːr ok hæːr æːr ˈde.tːɑ lɑnːd {{!}}]

[ʋoːrt ˈøː.ɡɑ seːr deːt hæːr ‖]

𝄆 [ʋi ˈkʉ.nːa ˈstre.kːɑ ʉːt ʋoːr hɑnːd {{!}}]

[ok ˈʋi.sɑ glɑtː poː ʃøː ok strɑnːd ‖]

[ok ˈse.jːɑ seː deːt ˈlɑnː.det dæːr {{!}}]

[ʋoːrt ˈfus.tær.lɑnːd deːt æːr ‖] 𝄇

[ok ˈfør.des ʋi ɑt buː iː ɡlɑns {{!}}]

[blɑnːd ˈɡʉld.moln iː deːt bloː ‖]

𝄆 [ok bleːv ʋoːrt liːv en ˈʃæːr.ne.dɑns {{!}}]

[dæːr toːr ei̯ jøts dæːr sʉkː ei̯ fɑnːs ‖]

[tilː ˈde.tːɑ ˈɑːr.mɑ lɑnːd ˈen.doː {{!}}]

[ʋoːr ˈleŋ.tɑn ˈskʉ.lːe stoː ‖] 𝄇

[uː lɑnːd dʉː ˈtʉː.sen ˈʃøː.ɑrs lɑnːd {{!}}]

[dæːr soŋ ok ˈtruː.het bykːt ‖]

𝄆 [dæːr ˈli.vets hɑːʋ osː ɡetː en strɑnːd {{!}}]

[ʋoːr ˈfuːrn.tits lɑnːd ʋoːr ˈfrɑm.tits lɑnːd ‖]

[ʋɑːr føːr din ˈfa.tːiɡ.dom ei̯ ʃykːt {{!}}]

[ʋɑːr fritː ʋɑːr glɑtː ʋɑːr trykːt ‖]

[din ˈblum.niŋ ˈslʉː.ten en iː knopː {{!}}]

[skɑlː ˈmuːɡ.nɑ ʉːr sitː tʋoŋ ‖]

𝄆 [seː ʉːr ʋoːr ˈtʃæːr.lek skɑlː ɡoː opː {{!}}]

[ditː jʉːs din ɡlɑns din frøi̯d ditː hopː ‖]

[ok ˈhøːɡ.re ˈkli.ŋːɑ skɑlː en ɡoŋ {{!}}]

[ʋoːr ˈfus.tær.lend.skɑ soŋ ‖] 𝄇}}

|Our land, our land, our Fatherland!

Ring out, dear word, oh sound!

𝄆 No rising hill, or mountain grand,

No sloping dale, no northern strand,

There is, more loved, to be found,

Than this — our fathers' ground. 𝄇

Our land is poor, and so shall be

To him who gold will crave.

𝄆 The strangers proudly pass, but we

Shall ever love this land, we see,

In moor, and fell, and isle and wave,

A golden land, so brave. 𝄇

We love our rippling brooks, so bright,

Our gushing streams, so strong,

𝄆 The whisper of dark woods, at night,

Our starry skies, our summer light,

All, all that we, in sight and song,

Have felt and lived among. 𝄇

Here fought our fathers, without fear,

With sword, and plough, and thought.

𝄆 And here, in clouded times, and clear,

With fortune in their front or rear,

Their Finnish hearts have beat, and wrought

And borne what bear they ought. 𝄇

Who tells, of all the fights, the tale,

In which this folk withstood,

𝄆 When war did rage from dale to dale,

When frost set in, with hunger's wail?

Who measured all their pouring blood,

And all their patience good? 𝄇

And it was here their blood was shed,

For us, here, on this shore;

𝄆 And it was here their joys were bred,

Here, that their sighs were heaved and fled,

That people's who our burdens bore

Before us, long before. 𝄇

Here it is sweet and good, we wot,

All, too, is giv'n us here;

𝄆 However fate may cast our lot,

A land, a fatherland, we've got.

Will there a thing on earth appear

More worthy, to hold dear? 𝄇

And here's, and here's this fatherland,

Here every eye it sees;

𝄆 And we can stretch a pointing hand,

To show, with joy, its sea and strand,

And say, "Behold this country, this,

Our Fatherland it is." 𝄇

And if we once were made to rise

To gold clouds, from below,

𝄆 And if we moved in starry skies,

Where no one weeps, where no one sighs,

To this poor lonely country, though,

Our longing hearts would go. 𝄇

Oh land, the thousand lakes' own land,

Of faith, and lay, and glee,

𝄆 Where life's main sea gave us a strand,

Our fore-time's land, our future's land,

Shy of thy poorness, never be,

Be calm, be glad, be free! 𝄇

Thy blossom, hidden now from sight,

Shall burst its bud ere long.

𝄆 Lo! from our love, shall rise aright,

Thy sun, thy hope, thy joy, thy light,

And higher, once, more full and strong,

Shall ring Our Country's song. 𝄇

!Finnish version{{Cite book |title=Vänrikki Stoolin tarinat |last=Runeberg |first=Johan Ludvig |translator-last=Cajander |translator-first=Paavo |orig-year=1889 |year=1919 |url=http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12688 |language=fi |archive-date=2023-08-05 |access-date=2019-11-19 |archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20230805065713/https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12688 |url-status=live }}

!IPA transcription{{efn|See Help:IPA/Finnish and Finnish phonology.}}

|{{lang|fi|italic=no|Oi maamme, Suomi, synnyinmaa,

soi, sana kultainen!

𝄆 Ei laaksoa, ei kukkulaa,

ei vettä rantaa rakkaampaa,

kuin kotimaa tää pohjoinen,

maa kallis isien! 𝄇

On maamme köyhä, siksi jää,

jos kultaa kaivannet

𝄆 Sen vieras kyllä hylkäjää,

mut meille kallein maa on tää,

sen salot, saaret, manteret,

ne meist on kultaiset. 𝄇

Ovatpa meille rakkahat

koskemme kuohuineen,

𝄆 ikuisten honkain huminat,

täht'yömme, kesät kirkkahat,

kaikk'kuvineen ja lauluineen

mi painui sydämeen. 𝄇

Täss auroin, miekoin, miettehin

isämme sotivat,

𝄆 kun päivä piili pilvihin

tai loisti onnen paistehin,

täss Suomen kansan vaikeimmat

he vaivat kokivat. 𝄇

Tään kansan taistelut ken voi

ne kertoella, ken?

𝄆 Kun sota laaksoissamme soi,

ja halla näläntuskan toi,

ken mittasi sen hurmehen

ja kärsimykset sen? 𝄇

Täss on sen veri virrannut

hyväksi meidänkin,

𝄆 täss iloaan on nauttinut

ja murheitansa huokaillut

se kansa, jolle muinaisin

kuormamme pantihin. 𝄇

Tääll' olo meill on verraton

ja kaikki suotuisaa,

𝄆 vaikk onni mikä tulkohon,

maa isänmaa se meillä on.

Mi maailmass on armaampaa

ja mikä kalliimpaa? 𝄇

Ja tässä, täss' on tämä maa,

sen näkee silmämme.

𝄆 me kättä voimme ojentaa

ja vettä rantaa osoittaa

ja sanoa: kas tuoss' on se,

maa armas isäimme. 𝄇

Jos loistoon meitä saatettais

vaikk' kultapilvihin,

𝄆 mis itkien ei huoattais,

vaan tärkein riemun sielu sais,

ois tähän köyhään kotihin

halumme kuitenkin. 𝄇

Totuuden, runon kotimaa

maa tuhatjärvinen

𝄆 miss' elämämme suojan saa,

sa muistojen, sa toivon maa,

ain ollos, onnees tyytyen,

vapaa ja iloinen. 𝄇

Sun kukoistukses kuorestaan

kerrankin puhkeaa,

𝄆 viel lempemme saa nousemaan

sun toivos, riemus loistossaan,

ja kerran, laulus synnyinmaa

korkeemman kaiun saa. 𝄇}}

|{{IPA|wrap=none|[oi̯ ˈmɑːm.me ˈs̠uo̯.mi ˈs̠yn.nyi̯n.ˌmɑː {{!}}]

[s̠oi̯ ˈs̠ːɑ.nɑSyntactic gemination. See [https://kotus.fi/kolumni/soi-sana-kultainen/] (in Finnish). ˈkul.tɑi̯.nen ‖]

𝄆 [ei̯ ˈlɑːk.s̠o.ɑ ei̯ ˈkuk̚.ku.lɑː {{!}}]

[ei̯ ˈʋet̚.tæ ˈrɑn.tɑː ˈrɑk̚.kɑːm.pɑː ‖]

[ˈkui̯n ˈko.ti.mɑː tæː ˈpoh.joi̯.nen {{!}}]

[mɑː ˈkɑl.lis̠ ˈi.s̠i.en ‖] 𝄇

[on ˈmɑːm.me ˈkøy̯.hæ ˈs̠ik.s̠i jæː {{!}}]

[jos̠ ˈkul.tɑː ˈkɑi̯.ʋɑn.net ‖]

𝄆 [s̠en ˈʋie̯.rɑs̠ ˈkyl.læ ˈhyl.kæ.jæː {{!}}]

[mut ˈmei̯l.le ˈkɑl.lei̯n mɑː on tæː ‖]

[s̠en ˈs̠ɑ.lot ˈs̠ɑː.ret ˈmɑn.te.ret {{!}}]

[ne ˈmei̯s̠.t‿on ˈkul.tɑi̯.s̠et ‖] 𝄇

[ˈo.ʋɑt.pɑ ˈmei̯l.le ˈrɑk̚.kɑ.hɑt {{!}}]

[ˈkos̠.kem.me ˈkuo̯.hui̯.neːn ‖]

𝄆 [ˈi.kui̯s̠.ten ˈhoŋ.kɑi̯n ˈhu.mi.nɑt {{!}}]

[ˈtæht.ˌyø̯m.me ˈke.s̠æt ˈkirk̚.kɑ.hɑt ‖]

[ˈkɑi̯k.ˌku.ʋi.neːn jɑ ˈlɑu̯.lui̯.neːn {{!}}]

[mi ˈpɑi̯.nui̯ ˈs̠y.dæ(m).meːn ‖] 𝄇

[ˈtæ.s̠‿ˈɑu̯.roi̯n ˈmie̯.koi̯n ˈmie̯t̚.te.hin {{!}}]

[ˈi.s̠æm.me ˈs̠o.ti.ʋɑt ‖]

𝄆 [kun ˈpæi̯.ʋæ ˈpiː.li ˈpil.ʋi.hin {{!}}]

[tɑi̯ ˈloi̯s̠.ti ˈon.nen ˈpɑi̯s̠.te.hin ‖]

[tæs̠‿ˈs̠uo̯.men ˈkɑn.s̠ɑn ˈʋɑi̯.kei̯m.mɑt {{!}}]

[he ˈʋɑi̯.ʋɑt ˈko.ki.ʋɑt ‖] 𝄇

[tæn ˈkɑn.s̠ɑn ˈtɑi̯s̠.te.lut ken ʋoi̯ {{!}}]

[ne ˈker.to.el.lɑ ken ‖]

𝄆 [kun ˈs̠o.tɑ ˈlɑːk.s̠oi̯s̠.s̠ɑm.me s̠oi̯ {{!}}]

[jɑ ˈhɑl.lɑ ˈnæ.læn.ˌtus̠.kɑn toi̯ ‖]

[ken ˈmit̚.ta.s̠i s̠en ˈhur.me.hen {{!}}]

[jɑ ˈkær.s̠i.myk.s̠et s̠en ‖] 𝄇

[ˈtæs̠.s̠‿on s̠en ˈʋe.ri ˈʋir.rɑn.nut {{!}}]

[ˈhy.ʋæk.s̠i ˈmei̯.dæŋ.kin ‖]

𝄆 [ˈtæs̠.s̠‿ˈi.lo.ɑːn on ˈnɑu̯t̚.ti.nut {{!}}]

[jɑ ˈmur.hei̯.tɑn.s̠ɑ ˈhuo̯.kɑi̯l.lut ‖]

[s̠e ˈkɑn.s̠ɑ ˈjol.le ˈmui̯.nɑi̯.s̠in {{!}}]

[ˈkuo̯r.mɑm.me ˈpɑn.ti.hin ‖] 𝄇

[ˈtæːl.l‿ˈo.lo ˈmei̯l.l‿on ˈʋer.rɑ.ton {{!}}]

[jɑ ˈkɑi̯k̚.ki ˈs̠uo̯.tui̯.s̠aː ‖]

𝄆 [ˈʋɑi̯k̚.k‿ˈon.ni ˈmi.kæ ˈtul.ko.hon {{!}}]

[mɑː ˈi.s̠æn.mɑː s̠e ˈmei̯l.læ on ‖]

[mi ˈmɑː.il.mɑs̠.s̠‿on ˈɑr.mɑːm.pɑː {{!}}]

[jɑ ˈmi.kæ ˈkɑl.liːm.pɑː ‖] 𝄇

[jɑ ˈtæs̠.s̠æ ˈtæs̠.s̠‿on ˈtæ.mæ mɑː {{!}}]

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