Aniani ka makani i ke kuahiwi
Moani ke 'ala o te tuahiwi
Onaona no ka maile i ka pali loa
Aia i ka pali nā pua nani
Nahenahe no ka mele a nā manu nei
Aia i ka mele ku'u aloha
Ua ho'ohelele'i mai ke kilihune
Ka lelehune 'o Wa'ahila
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
O ka maile, o ka pali, o Wa'ahila
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Softly blowing is the wind at the mountain
Wafting, the fragrance of the mountain
Fragrant is the maile on the high cliff
There on the cliff, the beautiful flowers
Sweet is the song of the birds of old
In the song, my dear love
The light rain has fallen here
The fine, windblown rain called Wa'ahila
Tell the refrain again
Of the maile, of the cliffside, of Wa'ahila
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