Who will it be to raise
My fallen ones again?
None, but Almighty God,
He who reigns above.
All about is now a void;
An empty void,
A dismal void—

Tell me, who caused the void?
For seven long years
The patu has opposed 10
The unsheathed sword,
And the loaded gun.
Be prepared, be prepared!
The worst is yet to come;
It is still beyond Manuka.
But the day will dawn,
The day of the spider's wind,
Which will rend all asunder —
Slipping, all will slide onward,
Onward into the salty sea! 20
Flowing outwards ‘twill expose
The gaping mouth of the sea monster!

I now eat on my feet,
I now eat in haste,
I now eat in secret;
For all now rests upon the head
Of Te Poihipi,
The one bespoken
By the tribe of Karetoto,
The food-gathering tribe 30
For me your cherished one,
My beloved, alas…

(To be continued in our next issue)