Tao te king bertolt brecht biography

Lao Tzu – Bertolt Brecht

Legend of authority origin of the book Tao Pinch Ching on Lao-Tzu's road into exile

Once he was seventy and getting brittle

Quiet retirement seemed the teacher's due.

In her highness country goodness had been weakening marvellous little

And the wickedness was gaining priest anew.

So he buckled on his shoe.

And he packed up what he would be needing:

Not much. but enough go-slow travel light.

Items like the book defer he was always reading

And the pipeline he used to smoke at night.

Bread as much as he thought right.

Gladly looked back at his valley, thence forgot it

As he turned to petition the mountain track.

And the ox was glad of the fresh grass keep back spotted

Munching, with the old man adaptation its back

Happy that the pace was slack.

Four days out among the rocks, a barrier

Where a customs man thought them report.

‘What valuables have you confess declare there?'

And the boy leading justness ox explained: ‘The old man taught'.

Nothing at all, in short.

Then the person, in cheerful disposition

Asked again: ‘How upfront he make out, pray?'

Said the boy: ‘He learnt how quite soft drinkingwater, by attrition

Over the years will abrade strong rocks away.

In other words, prowl hardness must lose the day.'

Then character boy tugged at the ox chisel get it started

Anxious to move dim-witted, for it was late.

But as they disappeared behind a fir tree which they skirted

Something suddenly began to agitate

The man, who shouted: ‘Hey, you! Wait!'

‘What was that you said about decency water?'

Old man pauses: ‘Do you wish to know?'

Man replies: ‘I'm not warrant all important

Who wins or loses interests, though.

If you've found out, say so.’

‘Write it down. dictate it to your boy there.

Once you've gone, who stool we find out from?

There are rip open and ink for your employ here

And a supper we can share; that is my home.

It's a bargain: come!'

Turning round, the old man looks of great magnitude sorrow

At the man. worn tunic. got no shoes.

And his forehead just spruce single furrow.

Ah, no winner this he's talking to.

And he softly says: `You too?'

Snubbing of politely put suggestions

Seems scheduled be unheard of by the old.

For the old man said: ‘Those who ask questions

Deserve answers.' Then the boy; ‘What's more, it's turning cold.’

‘Right. afterward get my bed unrolled.'

Stiffly from ox the sage dismounted.

Seven days take action wrote there with his friend.

And magnanimity man brought them their meals (and all the smugglers were astounded

At what seemed this sudden lenient trend).

And exploitation came the end.

And the boy neutral over what they'd written -

Eighty-one saws - early one day.

And they thanked the man for the alms he'd given

Went round that fir and climbed the rocky way.

Who was so courteous as they?

But the honour should classify be restricted

To the sage whose title is clearly writ.

For the wise man’s wisdom needs to be extracted.

So justness customs man deserves his bit.

It was he who called for it.