Allthe riversflowinto the sea,Yet the seais not full.To the placewherethe riversflow,Therethey flowagain.
Blowingtowardthe south,Then turningtowardthe north,The windcontinuesswirlingalong;And on its circularcoursesthe windreturns.
Allthingsare wearisome;Manis not ableto tell[it]. The eyeis not satisfiedwith seeing,Noris the earfilledwith hearing.
