Clouds, torn and ragged, fill the sky,

A piled-up ominous cloud-pillar,

A fabric reared by heaven’s rain-god—

A collect of evils was that.

The gods were aghast at the scandal:

For once Pele found herself duped;

For once Pele shifted in bed;

For once Pele drank to the dregs—

The cup was the brew of her consort;

Her bed the spikes of a-ä.