(1)
Your body is at Waitemata,
But your spirit came hither
And aroused me from my sleep.
(4)
Tawera is the bright star
Of the morning.
Not less beautiful is the
Jewel of my heart.
(5)
The sun is setting in his cave,
Touching as he descends (the
Land) where dwells my mate,
He who is whirled away
To southern seas.
More utilitarian are (6) and (7), in which a woman asks "Who will marry a man too lazy to till the ground for food?" And a man wants to know "Who will marry a woman too lazy to weave garments?" Very unlover-like is the following:
I don't like the habits of woman.
When she goes out—
She Kuikuis
She Koakoas
She chatters
The very ground is terrified,
And the rats run away.
Just so.
More poetic are the waiata, which are sung without the aid of any action. The following ode was composed by a young woman forsaken by her lover:
Look where the mist
Hangs over Pukehina.
There is the path
By which went my love.