When the ruler knows his own heart the people are simple and pure When he meddles with their lives they become restless and disturbed

Bad fortune, yes— it rests upon good fortune Good fortune, yes— it hides within bad fortune Oh the things that Heaven sends— Who can know their final aim? Who can tell of their endless ways? Today the righteous turn to trickery Tomorrow the good turn to darkness Oh what delusion abounds and every day it grows worse!

But the Sage is here upon the Earth to gently guide us back He cuts but does not harm He straightens but does not disrupt He illumines but does not dazzle