Riddle me this, my unborn lover;
what never dies but is born again?
What is eternal, but never the same?
What is both life and death in the end?
Riddle me this, my ghostly companion;
what always shines, even at night?
What can paint with every colour?
What gives us hope in winter’s grey light?
Riddle me this, all friends and foes;
what do you see in both east and west?
What do we worship, yet shy away from?
Answer me this, you who always knows best!