human
Maiden, O my dearest sister, O rejoice not in this lover, Neither in his mouth so subtle, Neither in his feet well-shapen, For his gums are like a wolf's gums, Curved his claws like those of foxes, 90 And the claws of bears conceals he, And his belt-knife blood is drinking, 'Tis with this that heads he severs, And with this the backs lays open.
gpt
I myself will not go with you, Trouble not for such a scoundrel, For your first wife you have murdered, And my sister you have slaughtered. 100 You perchance would also slay me, Murder me, as her you murdered. Such a maiden is deserving Of a man of greater standing, And whose form is far more handsome, In a finer sledge to take me, To a larger, finer dwelling, To a better home than thou hast, Not unto a smith's black coalhouse, To a stupid husband's homestead.