SONGS. 
311 
Te puia i Wakaari. 
Kei te ruru tonu mai, 
Ka wehe te marino ! 
Hei kawe i a koe 
Te pou o te kupenga. 
Na, Taramainuku, 
Kowai an ka kite. 
Kurehu ai te titiro, 
Ki Moehau raia. 
Me kawe rawa ra, 
Hei hoko paura ; 
Ki tawiti riro ra, 
Ki te ketunga rimu. 
The steam on Wakaari. * 
How fine and how calm, 
How smooth and how fair ! 
To carry you 
To the post of the net, 
Of Taramainuku, 
A stranger to me. 
The sight has become dim, 
By looking at Moehau. 
He is taken to extreme distance, 
To buy powder ; 
Yea, to extreme distance, 
From whence the sea-weed is 
thrown up. 
He Waiata Arolici. 
A Love Song. 
E to e te ra ! rehu ki te rua, 
Ringiringi a wai, te roimata i 
akn kamo. 
He mea mahue au te hikoinga 
wae, 
Nou, e Taratiu, wakangaro 
atu ana. 
Nga kurae koe, o Waiohi- 
para, wakaahu ahi ana to 
tara ki miti tai. 
Kei raro taku atua e aroha 
nei au. 
Kati te wairua te mahi te 
haramai ; 
Ka mutu i ahaunei toku, tan- 
gi hanga. 
0 set thou sun! sink into thy 
cavern, 
Thou causest to gush like water 
the tears from my eyes. 
1 am a deserted one through the 
stepping out of the feet, 
Of thee, 0 Taratiu, long hidden 
from my sight. 
Thy distant hills, Waiohipara, and 
the flowing surface of the wa- 
ter, appear bright like a fire. 
My idol, whom I love, is below. 
Let thy spirit cease from visiting 
me ; 
If, perchance, I may forget my 
sorrowing. 
Te Tcingi a te Uangiwakaurua. 
Rangiwakaurua’s Lament. 
Nei ka noho i te po roa o Here I sit through summer’s long 
Matiti. night. 
* The volcano of White Island. 
