Some nights I go down, down in great caves of Underworld!
A longer way I go, till I at lasse come to big ’nother world.
It shine ’neath ’nother big sky of blue and red stars.
I sit on small star and great god Tangalora sit on his throne by the big moon, and he say:
“Halloa! great O Le Langi, what you wanter?”
Then I says: “Show me ole chiefs who die, and all dead peoples.”
Great Tangalora say: “O Le Langi—look!”
He have lift big veil of Night, quick!—I stare and see
Beautiful country of mighty trees and fruits,
Big moonlit seas dashing by shore of bright Atua;