Kwan-yin is still; she is very still; she listens always.
Kwan-yin lives remembering tears.
At this point the smoke of the joss-sticks veils the face of Kwan-yin. A woman’s voice sings:
Wherefore remember tears?
Shall tears be dried by remembrance?
This voice is apparently not heard by the priests and acolytes.
Second and third priests:
Ah, Kwan-yin, mother of love,
Remember
Those in pain,