The rain, it pours at Ma-eli-eli;

It gutters the land at He-eia;

It lashes the sea with a whip.

The rain, it dances in glee

At Ahui-manu, moving

And piling the coral in heaps,

Shifting from side to side of the house,

This whisking rain of Kaha-lu’u.

Heavy and sad, alas, am I,

Mine eyes, a bundle of tears,