human
Go into the yard of Pohja,
gpt
Enter now the house of Pohja. And on this the house he entered, On the floor his foot he planted, Grasped he the door-handle firmly, Forced his way into the dwelling, And beneath the roof he entered, 180 There the men the mead were drinking, And the honey-drink imbibing. All the men with swords were girded, And the heroes aimed their weapons At the head of Väinämöinen, Thus to slay Suvantolainen. Then they questioned the intruder In the very words that follow:
human
What's your news, you wretched fellow, What's your need, O swimming hero?
gpt
Of the moon are curious tidings, Of the sun are wondrous tidings. Where is now the sun imprisoned, Whither has the moon been taken?
human
Thus it is the sun is hidden, Sun is hidden, moon imprisoned, 200 In the stones of many colours, In the rocks as hard as iron, And from this, escape they cannot, And release shall never reach them.
gpt
If the sun from rock ascends not, Nor the moon from rocky mountain, Let us join in closest conflict, Let us grasp our trusty sword-blades.