To twine into wreaths for Laká:
Thus toiled the seer Hiiaka;
And her’s was the magic of cure.
But come thou, mount, enter, possess;
Give life to thy servant and priest.
Here’s water, the Water of Life!
Grant life!
The work of completely restoring Lohiau by the necromancies of the kahuna, like a process of nature, required the ripening hand of time. The utterance of prayer must be unremitting.
[1] Hana-ia-ka-malama, a benevolent goddess who presided over the tabus that were the birthright of certain chiefs. The rules and observances that etiquette prescribed in the life and conduct of such a chief were intricate and burdensome to the last degree. It was, for instance, required that an infant who inherited this sort of a tabu must not be placed in such a position that the sun’s rays could shine on its vertex. [↑]