Once on a time a poor pious peasant died, and arrived before the gate of heaven. At the same time a very rich, rich lord came there who also wanted to get into heaven. Then Saint Peter came with the key, and opened the door, and let the great man in, but apparently did not see the peasant, and shut the door again. And now the peasant outside, heard how the great man was received in heaven with all kinds of rejoicing, and how they were making music, and singing within. At length all became quiet again, and Saint Peter came and opened the gate of heaven, and let the peasant in. The peasant, however, expected that they would make music and sing when he went in also, but all remained quite quiet; he was received with great affection, it is true, and the angels came to meet him, but no one sang. Then the peasant asked Saint Peter how it was that they did not sing for him as they had done when the rich man went in, and said that it seemed to him that there in heaven things were done with just as much partiality as on earth.
Der var engang en fattig bonde, som var meget from, og han blev syg og døde. Da han kom op til himmelens port kom der netop på samme tid en meget rig mand og ville også ind i himlen. Peter kom med sin nøgle og lukkede op og lod den rige mand komme ind, men så aldeles ikke bonden. Han stod udenfor og hørte, hvordan den anden blev modtaget med fryd og glæde, og lyden af den dejligste sang og musik trængte ud til ham. Lidt efter blev der stille og så kom Peter tilbage og lukkede bonden ind. Han tænkte, at der nu ville blive sunget ligeså dejligt, men der lød ikke en tone. Ganske vist gik englene ham venligt i møde og bød ham velkommen, men sunget blev der ikke. Han spurgte nu Peter, hvor det kunne være. "Det går nok lige så uretfærdigt til i himlen som på jorden," sagde han.
Then said Saint Peter, "By no means, thou art just as dear to us as any one else, and wilt enjoy every heavenly delight that the rich man enjoys, but poor fellows like thee come to heaven every day, but a rich man like this does not come more than once in a hundred years!"
"Nej," svarede Peter, "vi holder ligeså meget af dig som af ham, men ser du, sådan fattige bønder som du kommer her hver dag, men der kan gå hundrede år, hvor der ikke kommer en eneste rig mand."