Hāʻule mai ka ua Heiheiʻulu,
The Heiheiʻulu rain falls toward us,

 

E hoʻopā lahi i ka ʻāina;
Touching the land gently and broadly;

 

E hoʻāla aʻe i nā leo,
Awakening the voices,

 

Nā leo o nā kahawai ʻo Wainono.
The voices of the streams of Wainono.

 

 

Kahe ka wai, kani nā pōhaku,
The water flows, the stones resound,

 

He leo nō ko ka wai kahe;
Indeed, the flowing water has its own voice;

 

Piʻi ana nā leo i ka lewa,
The voices rise into the air,

 

Nā leo e hōkeo i ke aloha.
Voices pouring forth with aloha.

 

 

I ka leo nuʻeu o Waipahoehoe,
In the lively voice of Waipahoehoe,

 

Lohe au i ka ʻaka ʻoliʻoli,
I hear joyful laughter,

 

Ka ʻaka ʻoliʻoli o nā pua,
The joyful laughter of the blossoms (descendants),

 

Pāʻani ana lāua ma Wainono.
The two of them playing at Wainono.

 

 

I ka leo mālie o Ka Ua,
In the gentle voice of Ka Ua,

 

Loaʻa iaʻu ko lāua noho pū mālie,
I feel their quiet companionship,

 

Nā manawa o ko lāua hāmau ʻana;
Moments of their shared silence;

 

Nā manawa e hōkeo i ke aloha.
Moments overflowing with aloha.

 

 

Hā‘ina ʻia mai ana ka puana,
Thus the refrain is being spoken,

 

Ma Wainono ko lākou noho pū,
At Wainono they dwell together,

 

Nā kahawai a me nā moʻopuna,
The streams and the grandchildren,

 

E hōkeo mau ana ke aloha.
Aloha continues to overflow.