Kunlun

Far above the earth, into the blue

You, wild Kunlun, have seen

All that was fairest in the world of men.

Your three million white jade dragons in flight

Freeze the sky with piercing cold.

In summer days your melting torrents

Flood the streams and rivers,

Turning men into fish and turtles.

Who has passed judgement on the good and ill

You have wrought there thousand autumn?

To Kunlun now I say,

Neither all your height

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 together

The same warmth and cold throughout the globe.