With hairy Ku,—the offspring of Kane—
And the Women who cheer with a touch,
On the back, the chest, or knock at the door;
Lest the charm depart, the prayer go wrong,
With damage to me and damage to you—
A pain in the head, a drooling nose,
A shedding of tears—of love and regret.
Now let the prayer speed on its way!
“How was my prayer?” asked Hiiaka, turning to Wahine-oma’o.