Verse 80

Let every state be simple
    like a small village with few people
There may be tools to speed things up
    ten or a hundred times
    yet no one will care to use them
There may be boats and carriages
    yet they will remain without riders
There may be armour and weaponry
    yet they will sit collecting dust

The people must take death seriously
    and not waste their lives in distant lands
Let them return
    to the knotting of cord
Let them enjoy their food
    and care for their clothing
Let them be content in their homes
    and joyful in the way they live

Neighbouring villages are within sight of each other
Roosters and dogs can be heard in the distance
Should a man grow old and die
    without ever leaving his village
    let him feel as though there was nothing he missed