human
Rise, O wind, aloft to heaven, And among the clouds disport thee, To thy race, where thou wast nurtured, To thy family and kindred. Do not harm this wooden vessel, Sink thou not this boat of pinewood. 540 Rather fell burnt trees in clearings, On the slopes o'erthrow the pine-trees.
gpt
Come, O eagle, thou from Turja, Do thou bring three feathers with thee, Three, O eagle, two, O raven, To protect this little vessel, To protect this bad boat's timbers.