The eternal Tao has no name

Though simple and subtle

No one below Heaven can subjugate it

If kings and rulers would abide by it

All beings would naturally yield to them

Heaven and earth united together

Would drip sweet dew accordingly

Men would naturally get along

Without laws to order them

At first regulations and institutions

Exist only in name

But keep on naming

And existence is exhausted!

Truly, in following things

We must perceive their limits

And know when to cease

Knowing when to cease

And danger is averted

In the same way

Tao’s presence in All Below Heaven

Is like rivulets and streams

Flowing into rivers and seas