The mountains re-echo the question,
“Gainst whom do they launch the canoe?”
Against her foes, the land-grabber’s.
To her sisters she puts a question,
Up spring the high-born, the princes—
What splendor flashes in heaven!
The fourth eye of heaven, its flaming bolt.
With swell of wave and break of surf a-land
Was her flight o’er the blue sea, the gray sea—
The voyage Pele made from Kahiki.