The Pai-ha’a palms strive with the gale.

Such weather is grievous to you:

The sea-scud is flying.

My little i-ao, O fly

With the breeze Koolau!

Fly with the Moa’e-ku!

Look at the rain-mist fly!

Leap with the cataract, leap!

Plunge, now here, now there!

Feet foremost, head foremost;