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| He aloha moku o Keawe ʻĀina a ka nani me ka maluhia Hoʻokuku wau me Kaleponi Hawaiʻi ka ʻoi o na ʻailana Na ka Aukekulia i kono mai iaʻu E naue i ka ʻāina malihini ʻĀina kamahaʻo i kaʻu ʻike Ua uhi paʻa pu ʻia e ka noe ʻIke i ka hau hoʻokuakea ʻili Hoʻopumehana i kahi kapuahi Ka ʻiniki a ke anu mehe ipo ala E koi mai ana iaʻu e hoʻi I laila huli hope koʻu manaʻo A he kaukani mile koʻu mamao Hu mai ke aloha no ka ʻāina No ka poi ʻuoʻuo kaohi puʻu Haʻina ʻia mai ana ka puana Ke aloha ʻāina kuʻu lei ia |
Beloved is the land of
Keawe Land of beauty and peace I make a comparison with California And find Hawaiʻi the better land It was Australia which invited me To visit this foreign land This is a wonderful land in my opinion Ever enveloped by fog I know the snow that bleaches the skin That makes one warm oneself at a fireplace The cold pinches like a lover And urges me to go home Then my mind goes wandering back Though I am thousands of miles away Love wells up for my homeland And the smooth poi that soothes the throat This ends my song The love of my homeland is my wreath |
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