human
Listen now to what I tell thee. When to Pohjola thou comest, All the slope with stakes is bristling, And the yard with poles is bristling, All with heads of men surmounted, And one stake alone is vacant, 320 And to fill the stake remaining, Will they cut thy head from off thee.
gpt
Let a weakling ponder o'er it, Let the worthless find such ending! After five or six years' warfare, Seven long summers spent in battle, Not a hero would concern him, Nor retire a step before it. 330 Therefore bring me now my mail-shirt, And my well-tried battle armour; I my father's sword will fetch me, And my father's sword-blade look to. In the cold it long was lying, In a dark place long was hidden; There has it been ever weeping, For a hero who should wield it.
human
Hard 'twill be in Pohja's castle, Rooms of Sariola the misty, 350 Such a sword as this to gaze on, Such a sword-blade to encounter.
gpt
I would hold the man deserving, And regard him as a hero, Who to bend this bow was able, And could bend it and could string it, 360 There in Pohjola's great castle, Rooms of Sariola the misty.
human
O my servant, bought with money, Workman, whom I got for money, 370 Harness now my horse of battle, Harness me my fiery war-horse, That unto the feast I journey, Drinking-bout at house of Lempo.
gpt
I have done what you commanded, 380 And the horse have harnessed for you, And the best of foals have harnessed.