Chapter 2 No.2

Touched, thou art touched by my gesture, I fear, I fear.

I dread your mountain of flesh, of flesh;

How it sways, how it sways, it sways!

I'm scorched by the heat of this hearth, this hearth.

5 We bask in this summer of Kona, of Kona;

Calm mantles the whispering sea, the whispering sea.

Lo, the hook of the fisherman great, oh so great!

The line hums as it runs from the gourd, from the gourd.

Regard the cloud-omens over the sea, the sea.

10 Well skilled in his craft is Mali'o, Mali'o.

How grateful now were a draught of water, of water!

Pardon! thou art touched by thrust of my leg, of my leg!