human
O thou aged Väinämöinen, Wherefore didst forget to take me, As your very trusty comrade? 290 I had brought the locks to creaking, And the bars asunder broken, And released the moon for shining, And had raised the sun for shining.
gpt
Unto spells the bolts will yield not, And the locks my magic breaks not; Strength of hands will never move them, And no strength of arm will force them.
human
O thou smith, O Ilmarinen, Forge me now a mighty trident, And a dozen hatchets forge me, And a bunch of keys enormous, From the stone the moon to rescue, From the rock the sun deliver.