T he scorched land will become a pool And the thirsty ground springs of water; In the haunt of jackals, its resting place, Grass becomes reeds and rushes.
Na ka meinga te kirikiri mumura hei harotoroto, te whenua maroke hei puputanga wai: a i te nohoanga i takoto ai nga kirehe mohoao, ko te tarutaru, ko te kakaho, ko te wiwi.
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