Olaus Sirma

Olaus Matthiae Lappo-Sirma (Ca. 1655, probably in Soađegilli - 1719 in Eanodat, Finnish Lapland, Sápmi), was a Sámi priest and the first Sámi poet known by name to posteriority. His most well-known work is the poem Moarsi favrrot, which Henry Wadsworth Longfellow alluded to in his poem "My Lost Youth".

Cover of the book Lapponia

Education and priesthood

Olaus Sirma went to school in Duortnus, and later attended University of Uppsala further south in Sweden. Sirma was one of the few Sámi students at Uppsala who did not come from the Sámi schools of Liksjoe or Biŧon. Following his education, Sirma served as a priest from 1675 until his death in Eanodat. Olaus Sirma translated the catechism of Johannes Gezelius to his native Kemi Sámi, a now extinct Sámi language. He applied to have it printed in 1688 and in 1716, but did not receive funds. The book was printed only in 1913.

Poetry

In addition to his ecclesiastical work, Sirma served as a source for Johannes Schefferus when the latter wrote his book Lapponia (1673). Among Sirmas many contributions were the lyrics to two joiks. These two joiks, which were love poems, were translated to Latin in Lapponia, and later spread as Schefferus' book was translated into other languages. A line from one of these joiks, Moarsi favrrot ("My beautiful girlfriend"), also known as Oarrejávri ("Squirrel Lake"), was alluded to and quoted by Longfellow in his poem "My Lost youth" (1855).

In the following is the original, a translation to English, and Longfellow's poem, with the quoted passage in italics.

Kemi Sámi	English	Longfellow's poem
Pastos päivä Kiufwrasist Jawra Orre Jaura, Jos koasa kirrakeid korngadzim Ja tiedadzim man oinämam Jaufre Orre Jawre Man tangasz lomest lie Sun lie, Kaika taidä mooraid dzim Soopadzim, Mack taben sadde sist uddasist. Ja poaka taidä ousid dzim karsadzin, Mack qwodde roannaid poorid ronaidh. Kulckedh palvaid tim Suuttetim, Mack kulcki woasta Jaufrä Orre Jaufrä. Jos mun tåckå dzim kirdadzim Såäst worodze Såäst. Ä muste lä Såä dziodgä Såä, maina tåckå kirdadzim. Äkä lä Julgä Songiaga Julgä, äkä lä Siebza fauron Siebza, Maan koima lusad dzim norbadzim. Kalle Ju läck kucka madzie wordamadzie Morredabboid dadd päiwidad, linnasabboid dadd Salmidadd, liegäsabboid waimodadd. Jus kuckas Sick patäridzick, Tanngtied sarga dzim iusadzim. Mi os matta lädä Sabbo karrassabbo Ku lij paddä, ia salwam Route salwam, Käck dziabräi siste karrasistä. Ja käsä mijna täm Oiwitäm, punie poaka tämä Jurdäkitämä Parne miela Piägga miela, Noara Jorda kockes Jorda. Jos taidä poakaid läm kuldäläm, Luidäm radda wära radda. Oucta lie miela oudas waldäman, Nute tiedam pooreponne oudastan man kauneman.	Let the sun shine warmly on the lake, on Squirrel Lake Were I to climb a high pine tree and know that I would see the lake, Squirrel Lake where she dwells, in the heather Then I would cut down all those trees which have recently sprung up here and I would cut off all these branches which carry greenery, pretty greenery I would let my self be carried by the light clouds, that drifted towards the lake, towards Squirrel Lake, if I could fly there with wings, crow wings. But I have no wings, no goldeneye's wings, to fly there. Neither do I have feet, the goose's feet, or its wings its beautiful wings, to take myself to you. And you have waited so long Your best days, your gentle eyes, your warm heart. Were you to flee, I would catch up quickly. What can be stronger than rope, rope made from tendons, and chains of iron that tighten so hard and pull our heads, twist all our thoughts. A boy's mood is the wind's mood, the thoughts of youth are long thoughts. Were I to listen to all of them, I would walk onto the wrong path. One mood only must I choose to better know how to find my way.	Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, And catch, in sudden gleams, The sheen of the far-surrounding seas, And islands that were the Hersperides Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the bulwarks by the shore, And the fort upon the hill; The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar, The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering's Woods; And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods. And the verse of that sweet old song, It flutters and murmurs still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

See also

• Kemi Sámi language. The article reproduces Sirma's two joik lyrics in full.
• Lapponia, the book by Johannes Schefferus.
• Sámi school (Sweden) for more information about the school system where Sirma got his education.
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

References

• Nickul, Karl (1997), The Lappish Nation, Sussex: Psychology Press
• Hatfield, James Taft (1930), "Longefellow's Lapland Song", PMLA, 45 (4): 1188–1192, doi:10.2307/457834, JSTOR 457834, S2CID 164038568
• Forsgren, Tulli (1990), ""...först at inhämta språket, och sedan derwppå lära sin Christendom..." Om finska böcker och sameundervisning i Torne och Kemi lappmarker före 1850", Scriptum, rapportserie från Forskningsarkivet vid Umeå Universitet, 26, ISSN 0284-3161