The wave-beaten capes of Moe-au,
Watch-towers, where the women who brave the sea
May see the uhu coursing by—
Meat for the woman who faces the gale,
Sea-food for the woman Malei;
For her living comes from Koolau,
From the pilgrim bands that pass her way;
Yet we bless the herbs of the field,
Whose bud and flower is meat for Malei:
We pity and weep for Malei.