Eyebrows like a crescent moon,
Eyes like a pair of stars,
A jade face full of heavenly happiness,
Scarlet lips making a touch of red.
Her pure bottle of sweet dew is ever full,
The willow twigs in it are always green.
She delivers from the eight disasters,
Saves all living beings,
Great is her compassion.
She stays on Mount Tai,
Lives in the Southern Sea,
Rescues the suffering when she hears their cries,
Never failing to answer every call,
Infinitely divine and miraculous.
Her orchid heart admires the purple bamboo;
Her orchid nature loves the fragant creeper.
She is the merciful ruler of Potaraka Island,
The living Guanyin of the Tide Cave.
Taken from Journey to the West by Wu Cheng´en
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