Ka whakatopa tāku titiro ki Hikurangi namatahi, ki Ngā Kiekie Whāwhānui a Uenuku i puta ai te kōrero ko Hikurangi, ko Mōtatau – Tū te ao, tū te pō. Ngā maunga whakahii o Hineāmaru i kii ai tona korero:

Ka papā te whatitiri, ka hikohiko te uira

Ka kahukura ki te Rangi.

Ka wāhierua ki runga o Hikurangi, o Mōtatau.

Ko Ngunguru, ko Ngangana, ko Aparangi

Ko te titi o te rua, ko te tao whakahoro

Ko te tao whakawahine, ko te tao a Hineāmaru

My gaze wanders across to Hikurangi number one, to the great kiekie plantations of Uenuku (First born of Āhuaiti and Rāhiri). Where sprung forth the aphorism - Hikurangi and Mōtatau that will stand all day, all night, forever. The sacred mountains of Hineāmaru for whom it is said - 

The thunder crashes, the lightning tears the heavens asunder,
and lights up the night sky
its fork diving over Hikurangi, over Mōtatau.

T’is Ngunguru, T’is Ngangana, T’is Aparangi (Ancestors from Hawaiiki)

T’is the spear of great speed

A spear hurled by a woman

It is the spear of Hineāmaru