H urorirori kau te whenua ano he haurangi, nekenekehia ana, me te mea he whare tira; ka taimaha iho hoki tona he ki runga ki a ia, ka hinga, heoi ano ona aranga ake.
The earth reels to and fro like a drunkard And it totters like a shack, For its transgression is heavy upon it, And it will fall, never to rise again.
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