human
Thus I speak, and tell you truly, And again repeat it to you, How at Pohjola exist they, 310 When at Pohjola's the Sampo! There is ploughing, there is sowing, There is every kind of increase, And their welfare is eternal.
gpt
Ilmarinen, smith and brother, Where hast thou thy wife abandoned, Where thy youthful bride so famous, That you here return without her, Ever driving homeward wifeless?
human
Such a wife she was, I sang her To the sea-cliffs as a seamew; Now she screams aloud as seagull, Shrieks aloud without cessation, Moans about the rocks in water, And around the cliffs she clamours.