CHAPTER 21 OF 81
The Empty Heart
孔德之容，唯道是從。道之為物，唯恍唯惚。忧兩恍兩，其中有象；恍兩忧兩，其中有物。窩兩冥兩，其中有精；其精甚真，其中有信。自古及今，其名不去，以閱眾甫。吾何以知眾甫之狀哉？以此。
The grandest forms of active force
From Tao come, their only source.
Who can of Tao the nature tell?
Our sight it flies, our touch as well.
Eluding sight, eluding touch,
The forms of things all in it crouch;
Eluding touch, eluding sight,
There are their semblances, all right.
Profound it is, dark and obscure;
Things' essences all there endure.
Those essences the truth enfold
Of what, when seen, shall then be told.
Now it is so; 'twas so of old.
Its name—what passes not away;
So, in their beautiful array,
Things form and never know decay.
How know I that it is so with all the beauties of existing things? By this (nature of the Tao).