254 Fornandcr Collection of Hazvaiian Folk-lore. 



Tliere her love comes swimming to me, 



When I can no more see Lihue, that land that looks to heaven, 



Believing that over yonder is the sea. 



O my own love ! 



Kaala stands up majestic; 



It is a cold head covered with dew, 



For it is the cold wind that brings fragrance ; 



It is being wafted here by the Waikoloa wind, 



For Pulee'"' is searching for me. 



Alas, O my love ! 



Halemano then threw the kihi and it again hit the mark, counting him six. He 

 then took i\\) the kihi and held it in his hand as lie chanted the following lines : 



It is the flowers at Halemano that I long for, 



Partly pecked*' by the birds. 



As their fragrance is brought along. 



Its beauty is there at Malama. 



For within me I am enlightened, as I sit 



The secrets within me are seen through love. 



I am the lover, be compassionate. 



Alas, O my love ! 



My lover from the cliffs of Koolau, 



Where the cliffs are above and below the pathway, 



And love is made a pathway for the tears. 



O my love, come back ! 



Halemano then threw the kilu and it again hit the mark, counting him seven. 

 Halemano again took up the kilu and held it in his hand ; then he looked at Kikekaala 

 and from her to Kamalalawalu. He then bent forward and wiped away the tears from 

 his face, for his mind went back to the time when they lived in the forests of Moelana 

 in Kakele, Koolaupoko, Oahu; he therefore chanted the following lines: 



Koolau is made hot by the children who cry against the cold. 



My native land, where the sea beats at the back 



Of my companion who now dwells in the calm, 



Enjoying the Kanikoo rain of Heeia, 



That rain that makes the awa leaves of Moelana glitter 



Like a fatherless child in its playfulness, 



For it is affecting my body, 



By its speechless messenger, love. 



My love, O come, come back ! 



Halemano continued chanting and throwing the kilu until he had the required 

 number, fifteen, sufficient to win the contest; so Kikekaala lost to Halemano and she be- 

 came his." The contest was then ended and they prepared to retire, according to the 



"Pulee, his eldest sister. "A game of "heads I win, tails you lose." 



"Nahu a kif'cpa ia, eaten sideways or on the edges. 



