Koa roa to mateinga,

Yeke koe ko na vaka Atua,

Raua koe e Iitu

Ma te paparangi

Te ruru tane Maroroyi.

 

You have now been long dead,

You have gone away in the canoe of the god,

You and the night-god Iitu,

To the farthermost land of the earth,

To Maroroyi, land of the strong men.

from ‘Mako no te Mateinga’ (a Puka-Puka death chant)