21^2 Foniamicr Collection of Hazvaiian folk-lore. 



O my love, come back to me ! 



The thick groves at Kumanomano 



Are being trampled by the summer sun ; 



It lingers for the sun of Kaelo and Ikiiki, 



And for the bunches of awa of ]\Iakalii. 



Love is like a chief, it is prized highly, 



For it is the screen by night and by day. 



O my love, come back. 



For love is like food that cannot be taken ! 



At the end of this chant Halemano threw the kilu and it hit the mark, counting 

 him four. He then picked up the kilu and held it in his hand as he chanted the following 



lines : 



My lover from the Kalihi rain, where the clothes are bundled up. 



Where the back is the only sheltered spot ; 



It is being pressed by the Waahila [rain]. 



The rain of my land where women are led away secretly. 



Search is made to the top of Kaala, 



The lower end of Pokai''* is plainly seen. 



Love looks in from Honouliuli,''^ 



The dew comes creeping, it is like the wind of Lihue, 



Like a false gleaming of the sun at Kaena, 



For it is being destroyed by the Unulau wind from below, 



Causing coldness within, made so by love of thee. 



For I love thee, my companion of that parched plain. 



Halemano here ceased chanting and threw the kilu again hitting the mark and 

 thus counting five. He took the kilu up and held it in his hand as he chanted the fol- 

 low lines : 



As I reported to Kahewahewa, 



I stood and gazed, then 



Tears filled my eyes causing me to weep. 



How beautiful are the hala, native trees of Kahuku, 



As they are being fanned by the Mikioi wind. 



I have come from Kuahea. 



When am I to be contented, O my love? 



My love, O come back ! 



For love has again entered my heart, 



For it pains me in my effort to withhold it, 



My love, O my love, come back ! 



At this stage Halemano grasped the kilu more firmly as he looked at his wife. 

 Upon seeing her tears, the love within him grew stronger as he was reminded of the calm 

 of Waialua and of the cold dews of Kaala, where they had roamed in days gone by ; so 

 he continued with these lines : 



When the sea rises at Waialua, 



One doubles up in sleep at Kalena in Haleauau. 



"A shore section of Waianae. "That section of Ewa bordering on the western lock 



of Pearl Harbor. 



