Wondrous small looks the Sun o’er Waihoa,
How lonesome above Hoaka-lei!
Birds crown the hill to escape from the Kiü;
Men turn the head from the Sun’s winter heat
And scorn the loaves of the bread-fruit tree.
In answer to these words of Lohiau Pele muttered gruffly, “God! Did you take me to be a human being? That’s what is the matter with you, and your clatter is merely a wail at the prospect of death.”
Under the torture of the encircling fires Lohiau again babbles forth an utterance in which the hallucinations of delirium seem to be floating before him:
Wela ka hoku, ka Maláma:
Ua wela Makali’i, Kaelo ia Ka-ulua;[38]
Kai ehu ka moku, papápa ka aina;