human
Men, what tidings do you bring us, What fresh news, O heroes, bring you?
gpt
Men are speaking of the Sampo, Heroes, of its pictured cover. 40 We have come to share the Sampo, And behold its pictured cover.
human
Two men cannot share a grouseling, Nor can three divide a squirrel, And the Sampo loud is whirring, And the pictured cover grinding, Here in Pohjola's stone mountain, And within the hill of copper. 50 I myself rejoice in welfare, Mistress of the mighty Sampo.
gpt
If you will not share the Sampo, Give us half to carry with us, Then the Sampo, all entire, To our vessel will we carry.