To revere gods and spirits but not one’s parents;
Where is the respect?
Brothers, sisters, siblings all grow from the same root;
What is the point of dispute?
Your descendants each have their own luck;
What is the need to worry?
The gods above you are watching;
Who is there to deceive?
Since the past, writings have never been with proof;
What is there to boast about?
Fortune and fame are as short lived as blossoms;
What is there to be proud of?
The fortune of others are of fate;
What is there to be jealous of?
A past lack of cultivation means present suffering;
What is there to complain about?
It is hard to always be the one to laugh;
What is there to suffer for?
Every advantage gained is another lost;
What is there to be greedy for?
One can be too smart for one’s own good;
What is need to be cunning?
Dishonesty wears away an entire life’s fortune;
What is there to lie for?
Time will do you justice;
What is the point of arguing?
Raising a family with diligence and thrift
surpasses begging others for help;
Where is the room for luxury?
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind;
What is the need to arouse enmity?
Dens are found in people’s hearts, not mountains;
What is there to scheme for?
Insult attracts calamity, and forgiveness blessing;
What is the point of power?
Once impermanence strikes, everything is over;
What are you so busy for?