The king approaches his temple.
It furthers one to cross the great water.
The wind drives over the water:
The image of Dispersion.
Thus the kings of old sacrificed to the Lord
And built temples.
6. He dissolves his blood. Departing, keeping at a distance, going out, Is without blame.
5. His loud cries are as dissolving as sweat. Dissolution. A king abides without blame.
4. He dissolves his bond with his group. Supreme good fortune. Dispersion leads in turn to accumulation. This is something that ordinary men do not think of.
3. He dissolves his self. No remorse.
2. At the dissolution He hurries to that which supports him. Remorse disappears.
1. He brings help with the strength of a horse. Good fortune.