The myriad snows of Minshan7 bring yet more delight,
And when the three armies8 have crossed, a smile lights up each face.
Kunlun1
(To the tune “The Charms of Nian-nu”)2
(October, 1935)
Straddling the skies, above the earth,
The vast and wild Kunlun,
Have witnessed endless springtimes in the world of men.
Three million white jade dragons in flight,3
Freeze the whole sky with piercing cold.
Summertime brings melting,
Flooding the rivers and streams,
And people may become fish and turtles.4 For a thousand autumns you have wrought good and evil,
Who has ever passed judgement?

But now I say to Kunlun:
We don’t want all your height,
We don’t want so much snow.
What if I drew my sword resting on the sky,5
And split you into three?
I’d give one piece to Europe,
One to America,
And keep one piece in China.6
Great peace7 would reign on earth,
The same cold and warmth all over the globe.