He climbs, he climbs, he climbs up aloft,
Kaholo-ku’-iwa, the pali of Ha’i.
Accomplished now is the steep,
The ladder-like series of steps.
Malu-ó is left far below.
Passed is Ka-maha-la’-wili,
The very ridge-pole of the rain—
It’s as if the peak cut it in twain—
An arched roof the peak’s crest Hale-hale-o-ú.
A twisted cord hangs the brook Wai-hilau;