FOUR

The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used,but never filled.

Oh, unfathomable source of then thousand things!

Blunt the sharpness.

Untangle the knot,

Soften the glare,

Merge with dust.

Oh,hidden deep but ever present!

I do not know from whence it comes.

It is the forefathers of the emperors.

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