E Miki-aloalo, e, nawai ka make?
Ke i-o nei, e!
TRANSLATION
A roar as of surf on the hill Moe-awa:
The tumult resounds through the forest:
Pu’u-owai and his band lead the rout,
Your battallions are torn into tatters—
You are running, Captain Owai!
And you, Captain Spry, whose the defeat?
The answer is made by the shouting!