RANGIKANE

Moutere i te râ ngâ whetû

There's an island near the sun

Miri moana mâhû

Where the stars kiss the ocean blue

Te tauâkî nô te wâ mua, tçnei

Where the people for a thousand years did say

Te rangimârie, te aroha noa

Let there be peace, let there be love

kia mau, kia maimoa

It's time, I'm coming home

kua ngaro noa râtou, ngâ tongi i mahue mai

Though I haven't seen them, for a thousand years

e ora tonu nei

their words remain

Me mutu râ, te hû o te nguha

Let there be no more fighting

Te mate tangata, kia tau te ara rongomau

No more dying, let peace set us free

Rangikane ana, Rangikane ana

Can I take a minute, can I take some time

Kia mahara ki a râtou

To remember their names

Tç tûtaki mâtou, rongo tonu ahau

Though I never met them, I can feel them hear beside me

i te reo wairua

and I know what they're thinking

Tôrea iho râ te tohinga o Rongo,

The ancient covenant of peace rises again, and casts itself over the island of Rekohu

ki runga o Rçkohu, Mû, Wheke, ka eke Rongomaiwhenua

the covenant originating from ancestors such as Muwheke and Rongomaiwhenua

Toitû te whenua, toitû te moana, toitû te tangata

Ensuring the land, the ocean and the people remain in a state of constant peace and tranquility

Mano tau rongomau, rau tau Wharekauri

For 1000 years the covenant was maintained,

until recently when the name Wharekauri, came into being.

Ka tû Te Kopinga hei tûnga mô te motu hei tauwhiro i te iwi, Moriori tûâuri

And now Te Kopinga is born,

a sacred foundation for the island,

A source of protection and shelter,

for the ancient Moriori people.

Hutia ko te mate, hutia ko te ora

Who always stated,

let life or death be in the hand of the gods

I te pô uriuri, i te pô tangotango i te ao tângata

not in the hands of man.

Hutia ko te mate, hutia ko te ora

Let life or death be in the hand of the gods

Rçkohu haumako e.

And so Rekohu flourishes.