In the seven winds,
At the ending point of all roads,
At the end of the Earth
The Crystal Mountain stands.
There, on the frontier of the sky,
The sad wise God lives,
Looking at us from the Mountain top,
Counting the days
And waiting for me.
I've prepared myself on a journey,
And I went through the whole world.
I've built me a raft,
And I've found the end of the Earth overseas.
In the shadow of the Crystal Mountain
I lived for these long twenty years,
And I've climbed to the sky,
But I've not came up to the top.