Volume 6 / Part 2 — A Lamentation for Keawekalohe.1

A Lamentation for Keawekalohe.1

One was the after-birth of the chiefs.

Thou art my sacred father, Kalani.

Bitter as the drunk awa with its side scum.

Descended by the dark rains from the heavens,

From Keahialani of Lono! Thou Lono, confirm it.

I was glad to follow [after you] with my tears;

Two arose, the shade and you.

The quiet which caused it to decrease;

Which caused me to keep silent and cease my loud wailing. 20.

In curbing my grief there is still regret.

I am panting for breath, and am wearied:

My breath is gone,

And end my grasping at nothing. 25.