human
Hear me, son of Pohja's country, Pohjola's illustrious Master, Awkward 'tis in room to combat, Trouble would it give the women, If the clean room should be damaged, And with blood defiled the flooring. Let us go into the courtyard, In the field outside to battle, 330 On the grass outside to combat. In the yard the blood looks better, In the yard it looks more lovely, On the snow it looks much better.