O daughter of My people, Gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes, The mourning of an only one make for thee, A lamentation most bitter, For suddenly come doth the spoiler against us.
E te tamahine a taku iwi, whitikiria te kakahu taratara, ka takaoriori ki te pungarehu, hei te tangi ki te huatahi tau tangi ki a koe, kia tiwerawera te tangi: no te mea kihai i aha kua tae mai te kaipahua ki a tatou.
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