Pilgrims that march along the crest
Of the steep ridge Lei-honua.
Ah, a new joy now do I find:
It comes with the breath of this wind!
And what is my gift in return?
To my shame, it’s only my voice.
The rocks and huge bowlders that dotted the barren waste of Ka-ena seemed to the travelers to glow and vibrate as if they were about to melt under the heat of the sun, a phenomenon that stirred the imagination of Hiiaka to song:
Liu’a ke kaha o Ka-ena, wela i ka La;
Ai’na iho la ka pohaku a mo’a wela;
Kahuli oni’o, holo ana i ka malie;