human
O my very dearest mother, O my mother who hast nursed me, Thou art living still, O mother, Watchful still, my aged mother! 540 Yet I thought that thou had'st perished, And wast lost to me for ever, Perished underneath the sword-blades, Or beneath the spears had'st fallen, And I wept my pretty eyes out, And my handsome cheeks were ruined.
gpt
True it is that I am living, But was forced to fly my dwelling, And to seek a place of hiding 550 In this dark and gloomy forest, In the most concealed recesses, When came Pohjola to battle, Murderous hosts from distant countries, Seeking but for thee, unhappy, And our home they laid in ruins, And they burned the house to ashes, And they wasted all the holding.
human
O my mother who hast borne me, 560 Do not give thyself to sadness, Be not sad, and be not troubled. We will now erect fresh buildings, Better buildings than the others, And will wage a war with Pohja, Overthrowing Lempo's people.
gpt
Long hast thou, my son, been absent, Long, my Kauko, hast been living 570 In a distant foreign country, Always in the doors of strangers, On a nameless promontory, And upon an unknown island.