human
Woe to me, a youth unhappy, And a youth of wretched fortune! Wheresoe'er I turn my footsteps, Nought but idleness awaits me; 10 I must watch the tails of oxen, And must watch the calves I follow, Always tramping through the marshes, Through the worst of level country.
gpt
Sun of Jumala, O shine thou, Of the Lord, thou wheel, shine warmly, 20 On the warder of the smith's herd, And upon the wretched shepherd, Not on Ilmarinen's household, Least of all upon the mistress, For the mistress lives luxurious, And the wheaten-bread she slices, And the finest cakes devours, And she spreads them o'er with butter, Gives the wretched shepherd dry bread, Dry crusts only for his chewing, 30 Only oaten-cake she gives me, Even this with chaff she mixes, Even straw she scatters through it, Gives for food the bark of fir-tree, Water in a birch-bark bucket, Upscooped 'mid the grassy hillocks. March, O sun, and wheat, O wander, Sink in Jumala's own season, Hasten, sun, among the pine-trees, Wander, wheat, into the bushes, 40 'Mid the junipers, O hasten, Fly thou to the plains of alder, Lead thou then the herdsman homeward, Give him butter from the barrel, Let him eat the freshest butter, Over all the cakes extending.