human
Ukko, Jumala the Highest, Thou our Father in the heavens, Cast a fiery robe around me, Over me a shirt of fire, 200 That I thus may fight protected, And may thus contend protected, That my head may fear no evil, Nor my hair may be disordered, When the shining swords are clashing, And the steely points are meeting.
gpt
Hail, O Pohjola's great Mistress! Wilt thou now divide the Sampo, 210 Out upon the jutting headland, On the misty island's summit?
human
No, I'll not divide the Sampo, Not with thee, thou wretched creature, Not with thee, O Väinämöinen!