He aha te hau e wawara mai
He tiu, he raaki
Nāna i ā mai te pūpūtarakihi ki uta
E tikina atu e au ki te kōtiu
Kukume mai ai?
Koia te pou whakairo ka tū ki Waitematā
I aku wairangi e.
What was the wind that was roaring yonder?
It was the north wind, the wind from the north
It was indeed the north wind I was perceiving driving the paper nautilus ashore.
And then to my amazement there was the carved post standing by (the shores of)
Waitemata, standing, standing thus.