human
O my Otso, O my darling, Fair one with the paws of honey, Do thou rest in hilly country, And among the rocks so lovely, Where the pines above are waving, And the firs below are rustling. Turn thyself around, O Otso, Turn thee round, O honey-pawed one, As upon her nest the woodgrouse, Or as turns the goose when brooding.
gpt
First I thought it was a cuckoo, Thought I heard a love-bird singing, But no cuckoo there is calling, And no love-bird there is singing, 90 But it is my dog that's baying, Here my faithful hound awaits me, At the door of Otso's dwelling, At the handsome hero's homestead.
human
Praise, O Jumala, unto thee, Praise to thee alone, Creator, Unto me the bear who gavest, And the forest gold hast granted.