“Left at Ka‘ea
Are the bones of the traveler
My body lies sleepless
My eyes strain into the distance;
Straining to see through the ‘wood’ before my eyes
Like a chilling fog is my bitter grief
Making me cringe with woe
There is wailing, moaning for her
The grief that overcomes me makes me weep.”
Are the bones of the traveler
My body lies sleepless
My eyes strain into the distance;
Straining to see through the ‘wood’ before my eyes
Like a chilling fog is my bitter grief
Making me cringe with woe
There is wailing, moaning for her
The grief that overcomes me makes me weep.”
“Waiho i Ka‘ea
Ka iwi o kamahele
Moe hi‘a ke kino
Hala‘o‘a me he la‘au la i ku‘u maka;
Hala‘o‘a me he la‘au la i ku‘u maka
Me he ka ‘ohu hui la ka walania
Ka ‘eke‘eke o ke kanaka i ke aloha
Ka ma‘alahia ka ‘uhuhua ‘ia ia;
Ke ku‘ina ke aloha wali maoli au e.”
–From John Papa I`i’s Fragments of Hawaiian History
Ka iwi o kamahele
Moe hi‘a ke kino
Hala‘o‘a me he la‘au la i ku‘u maka;
Hala‘o‘a me he la‘au la i ku‘u maka
Me he ka ‘ohu hui la ka walania
Ka ‘eke‘eke o ke kanaka i ke aloha
Ka ma‘alahia ka ‘uhuhua ‘ia ia;
Ke ku‘ina ke aloha wali maoli au e.”
–From John Papa I`i’s Fragments of Hawaiian History
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