When people have forgotten what to be afraid of,
They will live in vague fear
Why do they come to terms with this miserable way of living?
Why don’t they see the beauty of life?
Why are they so scared of escaping their rut?
One who is wise understands this, and won’t flaunt it
He enjoys it but doesn’t consider it as his own merit
He abandons his old way of living and embraces true life
Realizing you can’t know anything, is wise
One who does not understand he can’t know anything, is insane
One who realizes his insanity,
Is able to get rid of it
One who is wise is not insane anymore,
Because he has disposed of his insanity
Therefore he has a clear view
My words are easy to comprehend
And easy to bring to practice
Yet no one in the world wants to surrender to them
And no one feels capable of living according to them
My words have an origin, my way of living a principle
But because the people do not dare to see this
They are not able to understand me
There are only a few who understand me and to them I am most precious
One who is wise therefore acts unnoticed, but remains oneself
One who understands that quarrels will never solve anything,
Won’t start them anymore and prefers to wait
He rather takes a step back or retracts
That’s what people call winning by losing
Showing strength without impressing
Standing firm without starting a fight
Nothing is more disastrous than underestimating your enemy
One who underestimates his enemy exposes oneself to danger
Therefore he who’s driven by compassion
Is always the winner in a conflict
One who fights for peace is non-violent
A true fighter is unshakeable
A true victor does not argue
A true leader is the least
That’s what people call “non-violent defensibility”
And that’s how one gets the people on his side
That is called “living according to your nature”
That is the perfection of which the wise of old spoke
In life I am great, but to the world I am a failure
In my grandeur, I am different from all the rest
And that is exactly therefore the reason I am great
If I would be like the rest, I would be just as unimportant and insignificant
I have three treasures I cherish:
The first is compassion
The second is austerity
The third is modesty
Thanks to my compassion I can be brave
Because I am austere I can be unselfish
Because I am modest I can lead the way
But one who abandons his compassion and yet wants to be brave
One who renounces austerity and yet wants to be unselfish
One who stops being modest and still wants to be important
Won’t make it far
One who fights with compassion, will conquer
Because he doesn’t need to defend himself, he’s invulnerable
The Unspeakable will protect him with its compassion
