The Tao is eternally nameless.
Though the uncarved block is small,
there is no one in the world
who can rule over it.
If lords and kings were to maintain it,
the ten thousand things would naturally submit.
Heaven and earth combine to produce sweet dew,
which falls equally on all things.
No one needs to make it so.
When the whole is divided, names arise.
As soon as there are names,
one must know when to stop.
Knowing when to stop, one can avoid danger.
The Tao’s presence in the world
is like the relationship of valley streams
to rivers and seas.