human
O thou smith, O Ilmarinen, Unto Pohjola we'll travel, And will seize this splendid Sampo, And behold its pictured cover.
gpt
No, we cannot seize the Sampo, Cannot bring the pictured cover, 10 From the gloomy land of Pohja, Sariola for ever misty. There the Sampo has been carried, And removed the pictured cover Unto Pohjola's stone mountain, And within the hill of copper. There by nine locks is it fastened, And three roots have sprouted from it, Firmly fixed, nine fathoms deeply. In the earth the first is rooted, 20 By the water's edge the second, And the third within the home-hill.
human
O thou smith, my dearest brother, Unto Pohjola we'll travel, And will carry off the Sampo. Let us build a ship enormous, Fit to carry off the Sampo, And convey the pictured cover, Forth from Pohjola's stone mountain, 30 From within the hill of copper, And the ninefold locks that hold it.
gpt
Safest is by land the journey. Lempo on the lake is brooding, Death upon its mighty surface, And the wind might drive us onward, And the tempest might o'erturn us; We might have to row with fingers, And to use our hands for steering.