Owau keia, o ka maka o ke aloha, la,
O ke aloha, ho’i, e!
TRANSLATION
Off the coast of Lalau, off Ke-é,
When nigh the cliffs of Haena,
The loved one beckons, he beckons,
The loved one beckons to me.
I am the one—the eye-scout of love:
Love, indeed, is my errand, aye love!
The ghost-form of Lohiau still continued to show itself as they sailed; and when it signalled a recognition of Hiiaka by beckoning to her, she could but answer it: