Now and ever nameless is the Tao.
A small thing, subtle, simple as a block of wood,
Yet none may presume to master it.
If kings and barons would adopt the Tao
Happiness would descend upon the world
And people would follow guidance
Of their own accord.

Heaven and earth accord, and the sweet rain falls
Downward to the earth.
Where the people are their natural selves.
But then rules and names arise
Names, names, and yet more names,
Not knowing when to stop,
Then all are in danger of exhaustion.

But the sweet rain falls
Beyond command of man,
Falls evenly on all,
Flows into valley streams,
To rivulets, to rivers, to the sea.
And even so is the Tao’s existence in the world. 

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