The place where the sun cannot reach
Bergli shakes his red beard
He draws a line, the Yellow River runs dry
He draws the second line, the Yangtze River
Rolling into women's pleated skirts
In the face of death, all beings are equal
Having read thousands of scriptures, he says nothing
The stone threshold is broken, yet he says nothing
Eggshells filled with herbs
Mountain springs flow inside the bamboo poles
People who bathe three times in their lifetime
For the distant, the first chance to look up
When the empire falls
Not many people will shed tears
The day Bergli left, Wumeng Mountain
The mountains full of potatoes and buckwheat stop growing
All the Miao and Yi people no longer sing
Even those insects and ants that have died for many years
At the stone threshold, they refuse to be reborn
At the stone threshold, they give up rebirth
Text by / Arno Ab
