human
Seems to me that I'm unwelcome, As no ale is offered to me, To the guest who just has entered.
gpt
O thou boy, O Lemminkainen, Not as guest thou com'st among us, But upon my head to trample, And to make it bow before you, For our ale is still in barley. Still in malt the drink delicious, And the wheatbread still unbaken, And unboiled the meat remaineth. 80 Yesternight you should have entered, Or perchance have come to-morrow.