While she fondles a fleecy cloud,
And Niihau swims the ocean tide.
Oh, my lehuas! spoiled by the birds!
Alas, my lehuas, alas!
“What a notion!” Wahine-oma’o exclaimed. “Who in the world is meddling with your lehuas?”
While they were sailing along the precipitous coast of Ka-lalau, set in the windward wall of the island, Hiiaka saw standing at the mouth of a cave high up on the precipice, the spirit form of one who was no other than Lohiau, and again she was moved to song:
A Ka-lalau, a Ke-é,
A ka pali au i Haena,
E peahi mai ana ka lawakua[6] ia’u la;
Peahi, e peahi mai ana ka lawakua ia’u.