Lykksalig er den man som glemmer med forstand hva han ikke endre kan...

I lay on the edge of a green-coloured world.
Etched on the sky,
Stood pine-tree and fir.
Bees kept busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.
So it was, 
I suppose,
Since the world arose;
Bees busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.