Thy couch is a-drip with the rain;
Open the door, let’s trench about the house:
Koolau, land of rain, will shoot green leaves.
I dread the cold of the uplands.
An adventure that of long ago.
The poem above given from beginning to end is figurative, a piece of far-fetched, enigmatical symbolism in the lower plane of human nature.
PAUKU 3
Hoe Puna i ka wa’a po-lolo’ [184] a ka ino;
Ha-uke-uke i ka wa o Koolau:
Eha e! eha la!