The Way is eternal and nameless,
a simple, uncarved block.
Though it seems small, nothing can master it.

If kings and lords could hold to it,
the ten thousand things would turn to them naturally,
heaven and earth would unite to send down sweet dew,
and without command, the people would find their own balance.

When rules and institutions arise,
names gain their place in the world.
When names hold a place,
one must also know the limit.
To know the limit is to be free from harm.

The Way draws the world to itself,
as the river and sea draw the streams.