Koholá-lele revives in the breeze,
That breath from the sea, Kai-a-ulu.
Fierce glows the sun of Makua;
How it quivers at Ohiki-lele—
’Tis the Sun-god’s dance o’er the plain,
A riot of dance at Makaha.
The sun-tooth is sharp at Kumano;
Life comes again to Maile ridge,
When the Sun-god ensheaths his fang.
The plain Walió is sunburned and scorched;