Lo, she shall come and hold the night with glamor,
Lo, she shall come and sow the dawn with birds.
Ah, thou irrelevant saviour, ah, thou bringer
Of treasure from the empty sky, ah, thou
Who answerest death with song, shall such a singer
Be silent now? Shalt thou be silent now?
The 105th beat of the bell is now reached and there is a pause in the ringing.
All:
KWAN-YIN.
The bell is rung slowly three times. Then there is absolute silence. There is now a tenseness in the attitudes of all the worshippers; they lean forward and look with suspense into Kwan-yin’s quite impassive golden face.