Hi-rangi even comes
And watches me
But there alone the wish
To come, I ne're consent
Though then a hundred
Times may come
Till thou art wearied
But let thy dame
The offering take
To peak at Kawa-nui
That evil may not come,
And leave it as a gift,
Oh that the Pua-ki-te-reinga
Could be followed down
Then my parrot might
Be severed quite from me

A lament.