Chapter 58

Your government is deadly dull
Your people are purely pure
Your government is prying prying
Your people are needy needy
Misery oh
The resting place of blessings
Blessings oh
The hiding place of misery
Who knows its zenith?
It has no justice 
Justice turns to deceit
Good turns to weird
The confusion of men
Its day is surely long
Therefore the Sage
Is square but not cutting
Pointed but not stabbing
Straight but not straining
Bright but not glaring