Luakini, The Book
The Art of Human Sacrifice
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He puhi ‘ino ho’i no ke kai uli; No ke kai popolohua mea a Kane.
Huli a’e e kea lo ho’omaika’i; Ka Makua Mana Loa kokua mai.
He pali ka pi’ina me ka iho na; Ho’omaha i ka ‘olu o ke kuahiwi.
E ola makou a pau loa; A puka i kea o malamalama.
-1895 Buke Mele Lahui
A storm indeed blows at the dark sea; At Kane’s purplish-blue sea.
By a clear Thanksgiving Day the northeast trade wind recedes; The Eternal Father has helped us.
[The passing storm is like climbing a steep] cliff that one has to surmount before descending; Obtaining relief [only after the descent] in the comfort within the [protection of the] ridge-backed mountain.
May all of us be granted life; Until the arrival of the clear light of knowledge.