No pain too mean for her,
No grief too dumb.
Man’s deserts and man’s sin
She shall not discover.
Kwan-yin—Kwan-yin
Is the world’s lover.
Ah, thief of pain ... thou thief of pain ...
Thou thief of pain, come in.
Never a cry in vain,
Kwan-yin—Kwan-yin....