human
O thou lively son of Lempi, Of my friends the dearest to me, Climb thou quickly to the masthead, And among the canvas hasten. 30 Look thou to the air before thee, Look thou to the sky behind thee, Whether clear is the horizon, Or the sky is somewhat clouded.
gpt
Clear in front is the horizon, Dark behind is the horizon, Rises north a cloud, a small one, Hangs a single cloud to north-west.
human
What you say is surely nonsense, 50 For no cloud is there ascending, Nor a single cloud arising, But perchance a sailing vessel; Look again, and look more sharply.
gpt
Far away I see an island, Dimly looming in the distance, Aspens covered o'er with falcons, Speckled grouse upon the birch-trees.
human
What you say is surely nonsense, For no falcons do you see there, And no speckled grouse you see there, But perchance the sons of Pohja; Look more sharply for the third time.
gpt
Row, thou smith; row, Ilmarinen; Row, O lively Lemminkainen; Row ye also, all ye people, 80 That the boat be hurried forward, And the vessel onward driven.