human
If this will not overcome thee, And my spells are insufficient, 290 Still I know another station, Know a fitting station for thee. I will lead thy mouth to summer, And thy tongue to home of summer, Whence thou never canst release thee, In the course of all thy lifetime, If I do not give thee freedom, And I should myself release thee.
gpt
Should'st thou hear that I would freeze you, Or again should misbehave me, Thrust me then into the furnace, Sink me in the blazing fire, 310 In the smith's coals do thou sink me, Under Ilmarinen's anvil, Or my mouth to summer turn thou, And my tongue to home of summer, Never more release to hope for, In the course of all my lifetime.