Na wahine kapa ole.
TRANSLATION
Ah!—Aka, and you Kilioë,
Dowered with flowerlike beauty,
You women with naked bodies,
Who sometime flit o’er the reef-plates,
Now squat over Hala-aniani!
You shameless, you naked ones!
The magic of these words worked their death-purpose. The way to the sepulchral cave was now unobstructed. As they came, however, to the base of the cliff, they found that the ladder had been removed—the mischievous work of the witches. Wahine-oma’o was aghast. “There is no ladder for us to climb up by,” said the woman.
“Turn your face to the cliff,” was Hiiaka’s answer.