A damper this to the Goddess’ fires;
It rouses the wrath of Pele.
Keep silence! retort not! never a word!
’Tis the voice of Pele; she’s my God.
The wind veers; there’s far-off corruscation;
The thunder wrenches heaven’s gates;
A sobbing of rain in the mountains,
The crash of thunder and earthquake;
Old tabus take flight to the ocean.
Now starts up the Earth-shaker Kane,