He came to that place; covered over with a mantle, he sat by himself, and he watched those who came in. Many people came in, and amongst them a woman who wanted to be a wife to Ha-le-ma-no—a woman of great riches. But as Ha-le-ma-no looked towards this woman, he saw sitting there, in all her beauty and her grace, his own wife Kama. They asked him to chant to them. Then he remembered how he and she had lived together and had wandered together in different places; and, remembering this, he chanted:
“We once lived in Hilo, in our own home,
For we had suffered in the home that was not ours,
For I had but one friend, myself.
The streams of Hilo are innumerable,
The high cliff was the home where we lived.
Alas, my love of the lehua blossoms of Moku-pa-ne! [[104]]
The lehua blossoms that were braided with the hala blossoms,
For our love for one another was all that we had.
The rain fell only at Le-le-wi,