They roar and bark like hounds:
Two souls that pine with love,—
A yearning for passion’s plunge—
Their touch child’s play, as they kiss:—
Ah, mine the master’s lunge!
From his very nature Lohiau was not qualified to reckon with the supernatural side of Hiiaka. His appeals had been on the plain of human passion—such appeals as would have subdued and won the heart of an ordinary woman. Still acting under these limitations, Lohiau aimed and shot the arrow that emptied his quiver of song:
O Haupu, mauna kilohana,
I ko’e ia e Hula-ia a oki:
Oki laula ka uka o Puna,
Lulumi i ka pua hau o Malu-aka.