Makes loin-cloth fit for a lord;
Far-reaching swell, my malo streams in the wind;
Shape the crescent malo to the loins—
The loin-cloth the sea, cloth for king’s girding.
Stand, gird fast the loin-cloth!
Let the sun guide the board Halepó,
Till Halepó lifts on the swell.
It mounts the swell that rolls from Kahiki,
From Wakea’s age enrolling.
The roller plumes and ruffles its crest.