Prayer to Pele

An old woman or a young one,
but whenever I see you, you burning as flowing magma.
Hair's tresses which when cool and hard, still burn inside,
forming these islands,
are yours, Pele, clearly so.
Whether I see you sitting on the edge of the road,
or in my room,
or even just in my imagination,
I will give you leis,
which aren't as beautiful as you.