Wherever he went he boasted of Puna. She lives above in the pit, tending her fires. My Puna is safe from her evil. My country is sweet smelling Puna. The winds bear the fragrance of hala.
Birds gather over our trees Drinking the nectar of blossoms.
My country is beautiful Puna. Now a wise Kahuna heard these words. Your boasting has angered Pele. Return to your country for you will find that its beauty is no more but is laid waist. The chief shouted.