The vocalist is soon joined by a gently pulsing rhythm.

歌手很快就加入了轻轻脉动的节奏。

Again, again–and it was not the ear that heard the pulsing rhythm, it was the midriff; the wail and clang of those recurring harmonies haunted, not the mind, but the yearning bowels of compassion.

重复，再重复，听见那搏动着的节奏的不再是耳朵，而是下腹部。那反复出现的旋律里的喊叫和打击围绕的不再是心灵，而是渴望同心同德的脏腑。