604: Transactions. — Miscellaneous. 



First Song. 



" Great is the love 

 To my bird ; 

 It moves in me 

 In the evening, 

 Into the house enters 

 IMy liver heedlessly. 

 A day I wait, 

 To-morrow, this day. 

 When will it lift [its foot] hither ? 

 Where is Korotangi that has been missing ? 

 It is gone to clip the leaf of the powhata. 

 The Whakataines ["mountains?] 

 Stand before me day and night. 

 I stir myself ; look, woman ! 

 The ducks that swim below these 

 Are not it by any means— 

 They are Maori ducks. 

 Stop ! we must look at the feathers 

 Brought here, carried 

 From a distance. 

 You are left 



To take charge of property 

 As a subject of talk for the [hostile] band. 

 On its hill-brow 

 You rose above 

 The huahtia 

 For mixing water 

 In Rotorua, 

 So that one may ask 

 For Kawatepuarangi." 



Thibd Song. (From Sir George Grey's Collection.) 



" Great is the love to my babe 

 That glows within, in the evening. 

 I enter the house myself alone. 

 Look, girl, at the duck that swims there. 

 It is naught. It is a Maori duck. 

 We must look at the feathers that 

 Have been carved and brought from a distance. 

 Where is Korotau who is missing ? 

 He is gone. He is clipping food 

 From the leaf of the powhata. 

 The Whakangaeroes [mountains ?] stand large 

 As night. 

 I stir up. 



You have been left to take care of property 

 As a subject-talk perhaps for 

 The [hostile] band on the hillside. 

 I turn away — here is Kawatapurangi." 



Archdeacon Mamisell adds, in a note, " I have translated 

 literally the first and third songs ; they are particularly inter- 

 esting to me as illustrating the causes of coincidences and 

 variations of some of the Psalms in the Bible." " A very 

 intelligent Maori," he continues, " to whom I submitted the 

 second song, gave it up in despair. It is a question whether it 



