Kunlun

Far above the earth, into the

You, wild Kunlun, have

All that was fairest in the world of men.

Your three million white jade dragons in

Freeze the sky with piercing cold.

In summer days your melting

Flood the streams and rivers,

Turning men into fish and turtles.

Who has passed judgement on the good and

You have wrought there thousand autumn?

To Kunlun now I say,

Neither all your

Nor all your snow is needed.

Could I but draw my sword overtopping heaven,

I'd cleave you in three:

One piece for Europe,

One for America,

One to keep in the East.

Now a world in peace, sharing

The same warmth and cold throughout the globe.