Men come forth and live; they enter (again) and die.
Of every ten three are ministers of life (to themselves);
and three are ministers of death.
There are also three in every ten whose aim is to live,
but whose movements tend to the land (or place) of death.
And for what reason?
Because of their excessive endeavours to perpetuate life.
But I have heard that he who is skilful in managing the life
entrusted to him for a time travels on the land without having to shun rhinoceros or tiger,
and enters a host without having to avoid buff coat or sharp weapon.
The rhinoceros finds no place in him into which to thrust its horn,
nor the tiger a place in which to fix its claws,
nor the weapon a place to admit its point.
And for what reason? Because there is in him no place of death.
Free poem itself is only a small thing, to feel this fifty steep decline. Yang Qing rank even thousand of non-hope, Frequency of testing is more worthy of Denmark suspect. Mustache dyed strong third fold, Half a sad chord away. Lu no millet wine towel stuffed, full of negative Tori Huang He.
Fifty Unnamed old, no such decline any disease. Air intense lung liver, Yan temple has sigh stumble. Banquet to see sword, autumn Mino a short dance. This body, such as pillar, still enough to read the decadent wave.
Fifty premature side, short hair has become the Lions. Off to the homebound Xie, poetic work for old and sick. Cry more latitude residual network, rain down the Indus. Tomorrow, when the clear, see the mountains, Hing not poor.