human
Star, whom Jumala created, Know you nothing of my infant, Where my little son is hidden, Where is hid my golden apple?
gpt
If I knew I would not tell it. He it was who me created, Made me, through these days of evil In the cold to shine for ever, And to glimmer through the darkness.
human
Moon, whom Jumala created, Know you nothing of my infant, Where my little son is hidden, Where is hid my golden apple?
gpt
If I knew I would not tell it. He it was who me created, Always in these days of evil Through the night to watch all lonely, And to sleep throughout the daytime.
human
Sun, whom Jumala created, Know you nothing of my infant, Where my little son is hidden, Where is hid my golden apple?