Chapter XXXV: Canto VIII

Let the chief enjoy Hawaii to wrinkled old age, The noble sea-moss walks the chief, a noble upright chief; An upright chief; an upright chief, entirely upright; Entirely just he shall enjoy the land. 285. He enjoys the land Hawaii of Keawe. Hawaii is from ancient times, Keawe is recent; The chief Malela was thy predecessor. Malela arose, the strong east wind, The furious east wind, when it rushes on like fire; 290. But the strongest east wind is the chief Akaleiohua, Of Kalaninuilanimehameha the kapu chief. A real kapu chief, all sacredness belongs to him; Deep homage is his or burning; the chief’s attendants all bow to this chief. He is, first, a high chief; second, of late a conquering soldier. 295. The chief is the man, the high soaring bird of Ku. A man from the very high place, the high place of the wind of Laa. The Kameeliko of the high chief, the descendant of Hoomilialau, The source of winds which come forth and become men. The chief comes forth a man but god like. 300. The beginnings of the winds as they come from the clouds; The bud, the swollen bud, the opening, the leaf of the wind; The wind, the whirlwind breaking vegetation; The wind, the whirlwind twisting bananas. The bananas of Humuula are twisted, defiled by the chief: 305. The remnants of bananas by Palila eaten, even the lower, small ones; All are swept away by the chief, yea every one, From Kaholoiki to Kaholonui. The large banana fields sacred to Niheu twisted in their rows On the upland of Wilikulamanu, at Laumaiakemilia, 310. At Laumaiakenahae, at Malele, at Malaekahana, When Kahikolani and Puukahonua were chiefs of few men of the island. The strong one at Wawau, whose children are the present lawless race. The windy form is his, the raging wind and the soft breeze, The strong kona of six teeth, of the province of Heapuku; (konohiki) 315. The wind in sudden gusts, that is it of Hanaia when it shall come; The stirring wind, the sweeping rain, the double forced storm of winter; A straight down falling rain, the rain without wind, with wind as at Kona; This is the chief, the strong wind, the wind of Kona, The strong rushing wind breaking down villages, 320. Laying waste the land, the very Kamaniheunonea. The bearded beauty, son of the chief Kuakaa, Who overturned the hill-top swept into silence by the chief. The upland of Pumaialaukupono on the top of Laa; Calmly the chief sits at leisure 325. Upon the mountain neck of Kumoho; Resting the foot on the top of high Kumoho.