As if the flow of the waters
From the triple streams of heavenly showers
So the sacred Ao of the eighth heavens
Whose flames have scorched the land.
Chorus:
Should our hearts’ love be restored
And our rights be ours once more
Then will our sacred beloved shoals of Kane
Be the firm foundation of the land.
The heavens expand and bestow
Her beauteous crownlets free
Its life to her people for offerings given
And from loyal hearts ascended prayers.
Cold words and looks reprove
Oh, turn not thus away
Give kindly greetings, words of love
And a heart which beats within.