LXVIII

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LXVIII

He who in (Tao’s) wars has skill

Assumes no martial port;

He who fights with most good will

To rage makes no resort.

He who vanquishes yet still

Keeps from his foes apart;

He whose hests men most fulfil

Yet humbly plies his art.

Thus we say, “He ne’er contends,

And therein is his might.”

Thus we say, “Men’s wills he bends,

That they with him unite.”

Thus we say, “Like Heaven’s his ends,

No sage of old more bright.”