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.
