Ka-ú was made a cinder-patch;
By her might Pele threw up a mountain.
Overwhelm your lands, O Pele;
Let your fire-streams flow!
Wonder and awe possess me!
Her lover’s house-post stands in Wai-lua;
There Pele hears a call that appeals;
’Tis a song voiced by Ulu-pó.
She utters no word to answer
This pleading babel of voices,