He Karakia
Whakataka te hau kit e uru
Whakataka th hau kit e tonga
Kia makinakina ki uta
Kia mataratara ki tai
Kia hi ake an ate atakura
He tio, he huka, he hauhu
Tihei mauri ora!
Cease the winds from the west
Cease the winds from the south
Let the breezes blow over the land
Let the breezes blow over the ocean
Let the red tipped dawn come with a sharpened air
A touch of frost, a promise of a glorious day.
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