Would I be able to see another's hardship,
Also, not be in distress as well?
Would I be able to see another's sadness,
Also, not look for kind help?
Would I be able to see a falling tear,
Also, not sympathize with my distress' offer?
Can a dad see his kid
Sob, nor be with distress filled?
Can a mother sit and hear
A baby moan, a newborn child dread?
No, no! never would it be able to be!
Never, never would it be able to be!
What's more, can He who blesses all
Hear the wren with distresses little,
Hear the little feathered creature's anguish and care,
Hear the burdens that babies bear -
Also, not sit adjacent to the following,
Pouring compassion in their bosom,
Also, not sit the support close,
Sobbing tear on baby's tear?
Also, not sit both night and day,
Cleaning every one of our tears away?
God help us! never would it be able to be!
Never, never would it be able to be!
He doth give his delight to all:
He turns into a baby little,
He turns into a man of trouble,
He doth feel the distress as well.
Think not thou canst moan a murmur,
What's more, thy Maker isn't by:
Think not thou canst sob a tear,
Furthermore, thy Maker isn't close.
Goodness He provides for us his euphoria,
That our distress He may pulverize:
Till our distress is fled a gone
He doth sit by us and groan.
