This translation, without caesura, of the thirtieth riddle for the Exeter Book is from F. A. Blackburn.

I am agile of body, I sport with he breeze;

I am clothed with beauty, a comrade of the storm;

I am bound on a journey, consumed by fire;

A blooming grove, a burning gleed,

Full often comreades pass me from hand to hand,

Where stately men and women kiss me.

When I rise up, before me bow

The proud with reverence. Thus it is my part

To increase for many the growth of happiness.