My son, Tama, is crying for food!
Wait until it is fetched from the Pillars-of-netted-food
And the whale is driven ashore,
To give milk for you, my son,
Verily, your ancestor Uenuku will give freely.
Now listen! The kūmara is from the Beetling-cliff-of-the-sun
Beyond the eager bounding strides of Tangaroa, god of the sea;
Lo, striding to and fro is Tangaroa,
Tangaroa! Listen to his resounding roar!
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