human
But thou hearest not, O mother, Even though my eyes are sobbing, And my temples are lamenting, And my head is all complaining.
gpt
Still there lives the black dog, Musti, Go with him into the forest, At thy side let him attend thee, Take him to the wooded country, 290 Where the forest rises thickest, Where reside the forest-maidens, Where the Blue Maids have their dwelling, And the birds frequent the pine-trees, There to seek for their assistance, And to seek to win their favour.