Whom will I let on my swing?
Not one of this crowd, not one.”
The spirit of Ka-we-lu was standing there beside Mi-lu, the King. Hi-ku saw her amongst the crowd of spirits. But Ka-we-lu did not know Hi-ku.
Mi-lu came to where Hi-ku was swinging. He wanted to go on the swing. Hi-ku gave him the seat. Then the spirits began to swing him, and Mi-lu was so delighted with the swinging that he had all the spirits pull on the ropes to swing him—the ropes that were on the cross-piece and that were for pulling.
Then Hi-ku went to Ka-we-lu. “Here is our swing,” he said, and he brought her where the second vine-rope was hanging. He put her on the seat, and he began to swing her. And as he swung her he chanted as they chant in the upper world, the world of the living, when one is being swung: [[114]]
“Wounded is Wai-mea by the piercing wind;
The bud of the purple ohai is drooping;
Jealous and grieved is the flower of the ko-aie;
Pained is the wood of Wai-ka;
O Love! Wai-ka loves me as a lover;