Aia i He‘eia lā
Ka nalu e he‘e ana
He‘e ana i ka lala lā
Ho‘i ana i ka muku
He pakika he pahe‘e lā
He pahe‘e i ka pu‘e one
A na‘u i kīkaha lā
A‘o ia ‘aekai
A he kuhihewa ko‘u lā
Aia i ka poli
Hapapa hewa au lā
I ka maka o ka moena
‘E‘ena ia manu lā
Noho mai i ke kuahiwi
Ke ala nihi a‘e lā
Ka uea holuholu
Ha‘ina mai ka puana lā
No Kalākaua nō he inoa.
There at He‘eia
Are waves for surfing
Some are breaking to the left
And others to the right
They slip and slide
Smoothly over the sandbar
It was I who glided
All the way to shore
But I was mistaken
About finding love there
I groped about in vain
On the meshes of the mat
But the timid bird
Had retired to the mountains
The way is precarious
Like a swaying tightrope
This ends the song
In honor of Kalākaua.