Besprayed by the sea of Wawalu,
Forefront Unulau’s gullied cliffs.
I drink of the water distilled
By the dripping pali walls,
Led forth in a hollowed log.
The rustic denies it and hides it:
Four water-streams has Ka-ena;
And the summer sun is ardent.
The blocks of stone, like warriors,
Move in procession before me—