First the original poem in norwegian:
And then my attempt to translate it into english:
You have been given a beautiful day
on day that is only yours
it is up to you to choose
how to use this day.
This day is waiting by your door
waiting to come in
full of blank clean pages
with the colours of the world.
How can you use
this gift you now received
You have to choose warm colours
not use the colour grey.
You have to use the hours of the day
to be positiv
make people you meet happy
give encouragement and a smile.
Regardless just remember
when the day is gone
the words you said and things you did
have made a little path.
This was very difficult. Translating poems are not easy. If anyone knows a better translation pleas let me know. And if the one who wrote this poem reads this, please forgive me for my "bad" translation. But this poem is so dear to me and I wanted to share it.
I did go in to my sewingroom yesterday. No sewing, but I started to clean up an organize. I looked through some boxes, throwed away some ufo's that I know I never will finish, throwed away old pattern printouts from the computer that I never will make. A big sack of trash. And I felt good. Really good. Perhaps if I continue this evening I may be able to find my pleasure of sewing again. I know it is hidden somewhere in my sewingroom.