AppemlLv II. 507 



Great is the pain whicli preys on me for the loss of my beloved. 



Ah, you will now lie buried among the other departed kings. 



They will leave you with the other departed heroes of the land. 



With the dead of the tribes of the multitude of 'Ti Mani. 



Go fearless then, Pango, my beloved, in the path of death ; for no 

 evil slanders can follow you. 



Oh my very heart ! Thou didst shelter me from the sorrows and ills 

 of life. 



Oh my pet bird, whose sweet voice welcomed my glad guests ! 



Oh my noble pet bird, caught in the forests of Rapaura ! 



Let, then, the body of my beloved be covered with royal purple 

 robes ! 



Let it be covered with all-rare robes ! 



The great Rewa, my beloved, shall himself bind those round thee. 



And my ear-ring of precious jasper shall be hung in thy ear. 



For, oh ! my most precious jewel, thou art now lost to me. 



Yes, thou, the pillar that didst support my palace, hast been borne to 

 the skies. 



Oh, my beloved ! you used to stand in the very prow of the war- 

 canoe, inciting all others to noble deeds. Yes, in thy life-time thou wast 

 great. 



And now thou hast departed to the place where even all the mighty 

 must at last go. 



Where, physicians, was the power of your remedies ? 



What, O priests, availed your prayers ! 



For I have lost mv love ; no more can he re- visit this world. 



