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 these thousand autumns? 　　 　　To Kunlun now I say, 　　Neither all your height 　　Nor all your snow is needed. 　　Could I but draw my sword o'ertopping heaven, 　　I'd cleave you in three: 　　One piece for Europe, 　　One for America, 　　One to keep in the East. 　　Peace would then reign over the world, 　　The same warmth and cold throughout the globe.