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FATHER MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS CHILD.
Ka ihi uiga - te ki ati - Auwe te poki, e - Ite maki tana - Rii te hiva ina. Ka ihi uiga - mai. 2. 3. 4. |
The sail of my daughter, Never broken by the force of foreign clans! The sail of my daughter, Unbroken by the conspiracy of Honiti! Ever victorious in all her fights She could not be enticed to drink poison waters In the cup of obsidian glass. Can my sorrow ever be appeased While we are divided by the mighty seas ? Oh my daughter, oh my daughter! It is a vast and watery road Over which I look toward the horizon, My daughter, oh my daughter! I'll swim over the deep to meet you, My daughter, oh my daughter! |
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