Kwan-yin, in a screaming voice:
Ah, be still, be still....
I am Kwan-yin.
I am Mercy.
Mercy is defeated.
Mercy, who battled not, is defeated.
She is a captive bound to the chariot of pain.
Sorrow has set his foot upon her neck.
Sin has mocked her.
Turn away thine eyes from Mercy,