Verse 58

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When the ruler knows his own heart 
    the people are simple and pure 
When he meddles with their lives 
    they become restless and disturbed 
Bad fortune, yes— 
    it rests upon good fortune 
Good fortune, yes— 
    it hides within bad fortune 
Oh the things that Heaven sends— 
    Who can know their final aim? 
    Who can tell of their endless ways? 
Today the righteous turn to trickery 
Tomorrow the good turn to darkness 
Oh what delusion abounds 
    and every day it grows worse! 
But the Sage is here upon the Earth 
    to gently guide us back 
He cuts but does not harm 
He straightens but does not disrupt 
He illumines but does not dazzle