We’re very large though we seem small,
We float on high and never fall,
We shine like jewels in the night,
But in the day concealed from sight.
What are we?
Riddle me, riddle me, rin-е-go, mother gave me some seeds to sow. The seeds were black, the ground was white. If you riddle me that, you'll escape my bite.
What are they?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
'Til killed by maiden's hand.
Perhaps, as a token of love.
Perhaps, to say goodbye.
What is it?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place -
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I saw a restless shepherd traveling
Back and forth on his path.
He garbs himself in that which goes
In the same and in an opposite direction.
He goes hither and thither among creatures.
What is it?
It is energy and motion, it can fly across the ocean.
It can listen and even speak, it can see and even seek.
It eats neither fruit nor gruel, it eats energy and fuel.
Better say: It doesn't eat; It is transformed into heat.
What is it?
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