Hers are the growths that stand here.

Suppliants we to Laka.

The prayer to Laka has power;

The maile of Laka stands to the fore.

The maile vine casts now its seeds.

Freedom, there’s freedom to me, Kahaula—

A freedom twofold.

Freedom, aye freedom!

A tabu profound, a freedom complete.

Ye gods are still tabu;