The iwa flies heavy to nest in the brush,
Its haunt on windy Ke-ula.
The watch-bird, that fends off the rain from Le-hu-a—
Bird sacred to Ku-hai, the shark-god—
Shrieks, “Light not on terrace of Lei-no-ai,
Lest Unu-lau fiercely assail you.”
Storm sweeps the cliffs of the islet;
A covert they seek neath the hills,
In the sheltered lee of the gale,
The cove at the base of Le-hu-a.