Ua piha i ka pohaku
  A Kauai. 
  He hula paha ko uka
  E lehulehu nei. 
  He pahea la, he koi,
  He koi la, he kukini;
  I hee au i ka nalu, a i aia,
  Paa ia’u, a hele wale oukou: 
  E Kaamalama,
  E Kalaumaki,
  Ka aina o Kauai la
  Ua hee.

  CANTO V.

  O Kaamalama! 
  O Kalaumaki! 
  Behold how they heap stones. 
  Let us draw our canoes ashore;
  This is a day when the surf rolls high;
  The ocean swells, the sea perchance
  Portends another deluge. 
  Piles of pebbles are collected;
  A heap of stones
  Has the Wailua become. 
  This beautiful sandy country
  Is now full of pits like the bed of a torrent;
  And all Kauai
  Has filled it with rocks. 
  A dance perchance brings hither
  This great multitude;
  Games or a race—­
  Games indeed. 
  If I cast myself upon the surf,
  I am caught:  you will go free. 
  O Kaamalama,
  O Kalaumaki,
  Fled is the land
  Of Kauai!

The combat has commenced.  The people of Kauai rain showers of stones upon the landing troops.  Kawelo, buried beneath a heap of stones, but still alive, compares himself to a fish inclosed on all sides by nets, and then to the victims offered in sacrifices.  He then begins his invocations to the gods.

  PAHA AONO.

  Puni ke ekule o kai
  Ua kaa i ka papau
  Ua komo i ka ulu o ka lawaia. 
  Naha ke aa o ka upena,
  Ka hala i ka ulua. 
  Mohaikea. 
  Mau ia poai ia o ke kai uli. 
  Halukuluku ka pohaku
  A Kauai me he ua la. 
  Kolokolo mai ana ka huihui
  Ka maeele io’u lima,
  Na lima o Paikanaka. 
  E Kane i ka pualena,
  E Ku lani ehu e,
  Kamakanaka! 
  Na’u na Kawelo,
  Na ko lawaia.

  CANTO VI.

  The ekule of the sea is surrounded;
  Stranded in a shallow,
  It is within the grasp of the fisherman. 
  Broken are the meshes of the net
  Within the hala and ulua. 
  A sacrifice is to be offered. 
  Surrounded are the fish of the blue sea. 
  The rocks fall in showers—­
  A storm of the stones of Kauai. 
  The coldness of death creeps over me. 
  Numb are my limbs,
  The limbs of Paikanaka. 
  O Kane of the yellow flower;
  O Ku, ruddy chief;
  Kamakanaka! 
  It is I, Kawelo,
  Thy fisherman.

Left for dead beneath the heap of stones, Kawelo, perceiving his danger, continues his prayer.

  PAHA EHIKU.

  Ku ke Akua
  I ka nana nuu. 
  O Lono ke akua
  I kama Pele. 
  O Hiaka ke akua
  I ka puukii. 
  O Haulili ke akua
  I ka lehelehe
  Aumeaume maua me Milu. 
  I’au, ia ia;
  I’au, ia ia;
  I’au iho no: 
  Pakele au, mai make ia ia.

  CANTO VII.