1The grandest forms of active force From Tao come, their only source.
2Who can of Tao the nature tell?
3Our sight it flies, our touch as well.
4Eluding sight, eluding touch, The forms of things all in it crouch; Eluding touch, eluding sight, There are their semblances, all right.
5Profound it is, dark and obscure; Things' essences all there endure.
6Those essences the truth enfold Of what, when seen, shall then be told.
7Now it is so; 'twas so of old.
8Its name--what passes not away; So, in their beautiful array, Things form and never know decay.
9How know I that it is so with all the beauties of existing things?
10By this (nature of the Tao).