K ei te ki atu ratou ki o ratou whaea, Kei hea he witi, he waina? I a ratou e hemo ana, e pera ana me te hunga kua patua ki nga huarahi o te pa, e maringi ana o ratou wairua ki nga uma o o ratou whaea.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city; when they pour out their soul into their mothers' bosom.
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