Aia i ka luna o Papakolea

Ka ulua `ume`ume mikinolia

Kau pono a`ela i Puowaina
Ahuwale nei kula loa o Makiki
 

I Makiki ho`i au me ku`u aloha
I ke kui pua lei pua melia
 

Alia ho`i `oe ka ua Tuahine
E alai nei pa`a `o Manoa
 

Ua noa kou kino na`u ho`okahi
`A`ole na ka nui manu o ka lewa
 

Ha`ina `ia mai ana ka puana
Ka ulua `ume`ume mikinolia
 

There on the heights of Papakolea

Is the magnolia taunting sweetheart
 

Ascending Punchbowl hill

The plain of Makiki is clearly visible
 

I was at Makiki with my love

Stringing leis of sweet plumeria
 

Pausing awhile in the Tuahine rain

That blocks and obstructs Manoa valley
 

Now that you're free, you'll be mine alone

Not to be shared with the many birds of the sky
 

I sing my song of love

For the magnolia taunting sweetheart