To those who would help The ruler of men By means of the Way: Let him not with his militant might Try to conquer the world; This tactic is like to recoil. For where armies have marched, There do briars spring up; Where great hosts are impressed, Years of hunger and evil ensue. The good man's purpose once attained, He stops at that; He will not press for victory. His point once made, he does not boast, Or celebrate the goal he gained, Or proudly indicate the spoils. He won the day because he must: But not by force or violence. That things with age decline in strength, You well may say, suits not the Way; And not to suit the Way is early death. |
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