human
What this boat may be I know not, Whose may be this handsome vessel, Which is hither rowed from Suomi, From the east, with strokes of oars, And its rudder to the north-west.
gpt
Whose the boat that cleaves the water, Whose the vessel on the billows?
human
Who art thou, O forest-dweller, Hero, breaking through the thicket, 370 That thou dost not know this vessel, Whose from Väinöla this vessel, Dost not even know the steersman, Nor the hero at the oars?
gpt
Now do I perceive the steersman, And I recognize the oarsman. Väinämöinen, old and steadfast, In the vessel's stern is sitting, Ilmarinen at the oars. 380 Whither then away, O heroes, Whither do you journey, heroes?
human
To the northward do we journey, Journey through the foaming billows, And above the foam-flecked billows. Forth we go to seize the Sampo, Gaze upon its pictured cover, There in Pohjola's stone mountain, And within the hill of copper.
gpt
O thou aged Väinämöinen, Take me with you as your comrade, As the third among the heroes, When you go to seize the Sampo, Bear away the pictured cover. Perhaps my manly sword may aid you, In the combat may be useful, As my hands may bear you witness, And my shoulders witness to you.