human
Ahto, master of the billows, Ruler thou of caves a hundred, Take thy pole in length five fathoms, Take thy stake, in length full seven, Thresh with this the open water, And do thou stir up the lake-bed, 140 Stir thou all the heaps of refuse, Drive thou on the shoals of fishes, Where the net is spread to catch them, And its hundred floats are swimming, From the bays by fish frequented, From the caves where hide the salmon, From the wide lake's seething whirlpool, And from the profound abysses, Where the sun was never shining, Undisturbed the sand for ever.
gpt
Is there need to thresh the water, With a long pole to disturb it?
human
There is need to thresh the water, With a long pole to disturb it. 160 Then the dwarf, the little hero, Lifted from the bank a pine-tree, Took a tall tree from the pinewood, And prepared to thresh the water, And he asked, and spoke as follows:
gpt
Shall I thresh with strength sufficient, Putting forth my utmost efforts, Or as hard as may be needful?
human
If you thresh as hard as needful, You will have to do much threshing.