Keanakolu (The
Triple Cave) - Traditional
Ku`u lei mâmane nua i ke anu
Poniu ailana hue ka manao
E ike ika nani o ia pua
Maoli pua ia no ka uka wao
Noke kuahiwi hoi me ke kua lono
Aia i a luna o wakiu
Ka luna o ku`u pua i kaana ai
Kaana pu no wau me ke anu
Ku`u hoa i ke anu ao Hakalau
Lau ahi ko lima la e ka hoa
Keaka kau o ke ao naulu
Ulu hua wale au ia Waiau
Kapiko kaula o ka `âina
I laila ka wai hu a Kane
Ia wai kau lana helu minuke
Pupu ike oleia iho ia
He ihona na ka lima hema eha `oe
Maka aoao akau mai `oe
O loaa i ka hema la palupalu
Ha`ina `ia mai ana ka puana
Aia i ka la`i o Keanakolu
My mamane blossom thrives in the cold
An overwhelming desire posseses the mind
To see the beauty of that flower
It is a native flower of the upland forest
Growing in the mountain ridges tall
Up on the heights of Waikiu
It is the upland my blossom is fond of
I enjoy the pleasure of being cold
With my love in the cold of Hakalau
Your hands are ever adept, oh love
As you stand in the shadow of the rain clouds
I am annoyed with Waiau
The famous lake at the summit of the land
There is found the gushing spring of Kane
The famous water that flows minute by minute
Should you be careless in descending,
Down the left side, you'll be hurt
Take the right hand side in going
Lest you slip to the left and be weakened
Thus ends my song
Of the calm of Keanakolu
Mâmane