human
Down ye men, and down ye swordsmen, Down with all the sleepy heroes! From her wings, ye men a hundred, Ten from ends of every feather.
gpt
O thou lively son of Lempi, Wretched Kauko, worthless fellow, For thou hast deceived thy mother, Lied unto thy aged mother! Thou wast pledged to seek no battle In the space of sixty summers, Whether need of gold should tempt thee, Or the love of silver urge thee.