Le Guin's translation of the Tao Te Ching is lovely. She keeps a lot of the poetic obscurity—which is also where a lot of insight is—and she doesnt shy from presenting an interpretation of the work as a whole, which strengthens the presentation greatly. There are fewer contradictions and odd asides, and there are plenty of notes in places where Le Guin took liberties, explaining both what she did and why she felt it was necessary.

Any edition of the Ching is lovely to read through, but Le Guin's strikes a balance between poetry and teaching that feels just right. Absolutely fantastic.