Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva han ei endre kan... Happy is the man who forgets the sense what he not can change ...

The little horses fleeing

And we, big horses eating…

You are a beauty…

Finally drove me wild.

I met her, not by chance,

Standing in the middle of the meadow,

Governing all who passed,

All who addressed her?

In every tree, she raises the one

They laid upon the earth.

She warms and wraps and holds him close

To the fire of her breast.