Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind, men misunnelsen...Nicht die Liebe ist blind, sondern der Neid ...Ce n'est pas l'amour qui est aveugle, mais l'envie ...It is not the love that is blind, but the envy ...

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...