Hine-nui-te-pō - Toi Ngapuhi

Within the frames of my door she lies. She has greeted my tūpuna before me, and she awaits the arrival of you and I. For she is not a cold breath that lingers in the end. She is the warm embrace of a māmā. She is the final comfort before the journey to Hawaiki nui, Hawaiki roa, Hawaiki pāmamao. A