Puka ‘o Pimoe ke ao pua‘a ha‘aha‘a,
‘ea‘ea ka wai ea ma Pōhakueaea.
Pihana papau ka mo‘o hele o Kiha mai nā kūpuna mai,
‘eha ka mana‘o ma ka ‘o‘io‘ina ma ka pīp ala wela.
Welo ha‘aheo lā ka ‘ahu‘ula o Pi‘ilani i ka makani Kiu,
kūpa’a ka paepae pōhaku i ke one ‘ā o Pele.

Pīmoe crowned with low-hanging thick clouds, 
water of life dignified at Pōhakueaea,
Kiha’s trail gathers, uniting our descendants;
we rest along the scorching path, a procession of painful rememberances,
Pi’ilani’s ‘ahu’ula streaming proudly in the Kiu wind,
foundation stones steadfast in the shifting cinders of Pele.