human
Greetings to ye on my coming, Greetings also to the greeter! Hearken, Pohjola's great Master, Have you here within this dwelling, Barley for the horse's fodder, Beer to offer to the hero?
gpt
Perhaps there is within this dwelling, Standing room for your fine courser, Nor would I indeed forbid you In the room a quiet corner, Or to stand within the doorway, In the doorway, 'neath the rafters, In the space between two kettles, There where three large hoes are standing.
human
Lempo might perchance be willing, Thus to stand within the doorway, Where he might with soot be dirtied, While the soot falls all around him! But at no time did my father, Never did my aged father 50 Ever stand in such a station, In the doorway, 'neath the rafters! There was always room sufficient For his horse within the stable, And a clean room for the hero, And a place to put his gloves in, Pegs whereon to hang his mittens, Walls where swords may rest in order. Why should I not also find it, As my father always found it?