human
Thus has gone what I constructed, And my cherished harp has vanished, And is lost my life-long pleasure. Never will it happen to me, In the course of all my lifetime 500 To rejoice again in pike-teeth, Or to play on bones of fishes.
gpt
Woe to me, this day unhappy, That upon the lake I travel, On this wide expanse of water, That I tread on wood that's rolling, And on planks that shake beneath me. 510 Now my hair has seen the tempest, And my hair begins to shudder, And my beard ill days has witnessed, Which it saw upon the water, Yet have we but seldom witnessed, Such a storm as rages round us, Witnessed such tremendous breakers, Or have seen such foam-capped billows. Let the wind be now my refuge, And the waves have mercy on me.
human
In the boat's no place for weeping, Room is none for lamentation, Weeping helps not in misfortune, Howling, not when days are evil.