human
Golden one, go forth to wander, Dearest treasure, march thou onward, On the swine's path march thou onward, Traversing the road of piglings, To the firwood so luxuriant, To the needle-covered pine-trees, 560 To the hills all clothed with forest, To the lofty-rising mountains. Here for thee to dwell is pleasant, Charming is it to abide there, Where the cattle-bells are ringing, And the little bells are tinking.
gpt
Where have you bestowed your booty, Whither did you make your journey? Have you left him in the icefield, In the snow-slush have you sunk him, Pushed him down in the morasses, Buried him upon the heathland?