Get aboard, paddle away, get on. Let the people get aboard With the sounding sticks, With the binding ropes, With the floaters. The canoe master is aboard; It is Lelepahu of Hawaii; It is the large Hawaii of Kane; It is Hilo of Kane of Kapu; It is Hilo with the high cliffs; It is Ku, the Lehua-eater; The bosom companion of Kalalea and others Who dwell there. The house stands in Kona, The front faces Koolau, The wall faces Tahiti. The posts were from Halawa In Kauhuhu of Pele, of Peue. Molokai is the back, Lanai the front, Molokini the thatching ropes. Wailuku is the source of the flying clouds. It is a broad plain where councils are held. The ridging is Lanakila. Kaluanui of Kaluanui, It stands by the twin hills, The palm houses of Kane Which were thatched for me at Auwahi. The potatoes of Puukamaele, Of Kipapai, of Honokaupu, Of the Oopu of Waikolu. I am going home to partake of some food. The kala shall be my fish Until satisfied. It is a fish sacred to my god. Let the canoe enter At Kaluakoi, The barren coast of Puumomi, At the entrance of Wailau, Of Umipiilani. It is the mirage of Mana; It is as though following behind; The water is following; The water of Kamakahou is following; The water that is not water, The water of Mana. Like the sea is the water, Like the water is the sea. The sugar-cane trash from my eating Was cast away, left behind, forgotten. After I had gone beyond I failed to recognize. What was seen behind, again appears in front. The iliau has wilted in the sun [As] the plentiful dew of the morning. What was seen behind, again appears in front Of Laauhaele. Passed are the emblems of the god of the year, Gone to bury the dead [On] the barren sands of Nonohili. The coconut grove bends low seaward of Pokii, In reverence to [the god] Makalii. Dearly I love the icy waters of Malama. Lonoikamakahiki is growing. It is Kamakahikikaiakea Of the plain of Kohala of Wakiu, Of Lanikaula, My isle of the sea. Say, Lono, I have recognized your back; I have sung to you; the hearing, The seeing is yours. Say, Lono, Turn to me. [273] At the close of Kaikilani’s call or chant in honor of the name of Lonoikamakahiki he turned around and pretended as though it was the first time he had seen his cousin who had been standing outside of the enclosure. At sight of her, Lonoikamakahiki could scarcely contain himself, and his love for her was such that, try as he would, he could not withhold his tears; he was, however, able to refrain from crying out aloud.