human
Whither shall we bear the Sampo, Whither now shall we convey it, Take it from this evil country, From the wretched land of Pohja?
gpt
Thither will we bear the Sampo, And will take the pictured cover, 180 To the misty island's headland, At the end of shady island, There in safety can we keep it, There it can remain for ever. There's a little spot remaining, Yet a little plot left over, Where they eat not and they fight not, Whither swordsmen never wander.