Answer:
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?