Kanaloa, alert, soars aloft,

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.