| Original | English Translation |
|---|---|
| The Dao is empty; used, yet never full. | |
| An abyss—it seems the ancestor of ten thousand things. | |
| Blunt its sharpness, | |
| Unravel its tangles, | |
| Soften its light, | |
| Blend it with the dust. | |
| Deep and still—as though something remains. | |
| I do not know whose child it is, | |
| Preceding the image of the Sovereign. |