The appearance of great virtue follows from the Way alone.

The Way, as a presence,
is indistinct and elusive.
Elusive and indistinct, yet within it there is image;
indistinct and elusive, yet within it there is substance.
Deep and dark, yet within it there is essence.
This essence is utterly real, within it there is truth.

From antiquity until now, its name has not faded.
Through it, we witness the birth of all things.
How do I know the nature of all beginnings?
By this.