Vivant sans souffle,Froid comme la mort,Jamais assoiffé, toujours buvant,En cotte de mailles, jamais cliquetant.(Le poisson)

Trente chevaux sur une colline rouge; D'abord ils mâchonnent,Puis ils frappent leur marque,Ensuite ils restent immobiles.(Les dents)

On ne peut la voir, on ne peut la sentir,On ne peut l'entendre, on ne peut la respirer.Elle s'étend derrière les étoiles et sous les collines.Elle remplit les trous vides.Elle vient d'abord et suit après.Elle termine la vie, tue le rire.(L'obscurité)

This thing all things devours:Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,It lies behind stars and under hills,And empty holes it fills,It comes first and follows after,Ends life, kills laughter.

Alive without breath,As cold as death;Never thirsty, ever drinking,All in mail never clinking.

A box without hinges, key, or lid,Yet golden treasure inside is hid.

What have I got in my pocket?" he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset."Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in it's nassty little pocketsess?