Apropos of the meaning of na'ena'e I will quote the words of a Hawaiian song by way of illustration:
Makalii lua ka La ia Ka-wai-hoa, [462] Anoano i ka luna o Hoaka-lei: [463] Lei manu i ka hana a ke kiü; [464] Luli ke po'o, éha i ka La o Maka-lii, Hoiloli lua i na ulu hua i ka hapapa.
Wondrous small looks the Sun o'er Waihoa, How lonesome above Hoaka-lei! Birds crown the hill to escape from the Kiü; Men turn the head from the Sun's winter heat And scorn the loaves of the bread-fruit tree.
In answer to these words of Lohiau Pele muttered gruffly, "God! Did you take me to be a human being? That's what is the matter with you, and your clatter is merely a wail at the prospect of death."
Under the torture of the encircling fires Lohiau again babbles forth an utterance in which the hallucinations of delirium seem to be floating before him:
Wela ka hoku, ka Maláma: Ua wela Makali'i, Kaelo ia Ka-ulua; [465] Kai ehu ka moku, papápa ka aina; Ha'aha'a [466] ka lani; kaiko'o ka Mauna, Ha ka moana; popo'i Kilauea. Ale noho ana Papa-lau-ahi; O mai Pele i ona kino-- Hekikili ka ua mai ka lani; Nei ke ola'i; ha ka pohakahi a ka Ikuwá; Ku mai Puna ki'eki'e; Ha'aha'a ka ulu a ka opua, Pua ehu mai la uka o Ke-ahi-a-Laka; Pau mahana i kahi Wai-welawela [467] o ka Lua, e; Iki'ki i ka uwahi lehua; Paku'i ka uwahi Kanáka. Pua'i hanu, eä ole i ke po'i a ke ahi. E Hiiaka e, i wai maka e uwé mai!
The stars are on fire, and the moon; Cold winter is turned to hot summer; The island is girdled with storm; The land is scoured and swept barren; The heavens sag low--high surf in the Pit-- There's toss of a stormy ocean, Wild surging in Kilauea; Fire-billows cover the rocky plain, For Pele erupts her very self. A flood of rain follows lightning-bolt; Earth quakes with groaning and tossing, Answered with shouts from the Echo god. Once Puna was lifted to heaven; Now the cloud of dark omen hangs low. White bellies the cloud over Laka's hearth; Wai-wela-wela supplies a warm skirt. I choke in this smoke of lehua-- How pungent the smell of burnt man! I strangle, my breath is cut off-- Ugh! what a stifling blanket of fire! Your tears, Hiiaka, your tears!
Lohiau, in his last agony, wandered in mind and babbled of many things. To his credit, be it said that his thoughts were not wholly centered on himself. There was a margin of regard for others, as when he sang in these words: