Translation of a palindrom poem in Finnish

O strip off your masks – that’s what you made them for!
The ingredients hasting to get to your Left-Alone-One, that of the Fall.
Seen by yourself, you struggle to meet your Sister, your Self, and the Way:
I swear it is here (and for you, Mr. L., the Fair One) that you all –
Jackdaws and virgins, O you works that icily rain to be big (and whose
Tail-Most Question, knowingly enough, may be hit, without cause, by our
Sheaves) –  are to fly: to sing and to sound you! Ha-ha! Real Guide!