Love tousled Waimea with shafts of the wind, While Kipuupuu puffed jealous gusts. Love is a tree that blights in the cold, But thrives in the woods of Mahiki. 5 Smitten art thou with the blows of love; Luscious the water-drip in the wilds; Wearied and bruised is the flower of Koaie; Stung by the frost the herbage of Wai-ka-é: And this—it is love. 10 Wai-ká loves me like a sweetheart. Dear as my heart Koolau’s yellow eye, My flower in the tangled wood, Hule-í-a, A travel-wreath to lay on love’s breast, A shade to cover my journey’s long climb. 15 Love-touched, distraught, mine a wilderness-home; But still do I cherish the old spot, For love—it is love. Your love visits me even here: Where has it been hiding till now? PAUKU 2 Kau ka ha-é-a, kau o ka hana wa ele, Ke ala-ula ka makani, Kulu a e ka ua i kou wahi moe. Palepale i na auwai o lalo; 5 Eli mawaho o ka hale o Koolau, e. E lau Koolau, he aina ko’e-ko’e; Maka’u i ke anu ka uka o ka Lahuloa. Loa ia mea, na’u i waiho aku ai. [Page 70] [Translation.] STANZA 2 A mackerel sky, time for foul weather; The wind raises the dust— Thy couch is a-drip with the rain; Open the door, let’s trench about the house: 5 Koolau, land of rain, will shoot green leaves. I dread the cold of the uplands. An adventure that of long ago. The poem above given from beginning to end is figurative, a piece of far-fetched, enigmatical symbolism in the lower plane of human nature. PAUKU 3 Hoe Puna i ka wa’a po-lolo’[184] a ka ino; Ha-uke-uke i ka wa o Koolau: Eha e! eha la! Eha i ku’i-ku’i o ka Ulu-mano.[185] 5 Hala ’e ka walu-ihe a ke A’e,[186] Ku iho i ku’i-ku’i a ka Ho-li’o;[187] Hana ne’e ke kikala o ko Hilo Kini. Ho’i lu’u-lu’u i ke one o Hana-kahi,[188] I ka po-lolo’ ua wahine o ka lua: 10 Mai ka lua no, e! [Translation.] STANZA 3