Its nectar wrung out by the birds!
Black night covers Puna and Hilo,
A pall from the smoke of my home land!
(By Pana-ewa).
“Here’s food for me and mine!
Behold the blaze of the ovens!”
(The last two lines are said to be the utterance of Pana-ewa who feigned to regard the fires as those of his own people, who, in anticipation of an easy victory, had made ready their ovens to receive the bodies of Hiiaka and her party.)
Hiiaka bravely answered Pana-ewa:
O Pana-ewa, ohi’a loloa,
Ohi’a uliuli i ka uä,