When blows Koolau, then bristles the plain.
Then calls the lad to the sailor,
Speed on while calm is Nene-le’a;
Such time you’ll meet with good weather;
The lap of the sea ’gainst the bow—
A most thoughtless, good-natured, wind, that.
When choppy the sea, hid are the rocks!
A man of the sea art thou, well versed
In its signs of storm and of calm,
O Rock, thou Rock of Kaua’i!