TRANSLATION
Fly, Lani-loa, fly in the calm.
At the moaning of Moa’e,[2]
Mist veils the mountain walls.
The breakers roll ever below,
While Ocean climbs to the hills.
They passed through the lands of Laie, Malae-kahana and Keana and at Kahipa they saw the crouching figures of Punahe’e-lapa and Pahi-pahi-alua, who stole away into the shelter of the pandanus groves without deigning to give them any salutation. At this show of disrespect, Hiiaka called out:
Komo i ka nahele ulu hinalo,
Nahele hala o Po’o-kaha-lulu;
Oia nahele hala makai o Kahuku.