These karakia are for women — calming and crying songs.

Lie there, o girl.
Roll on,
to let your lips be tattooed.
Roll on.
When you go to the weaving house
it is said:
Where does this woman come from?
Roll on.
On going to the dance house
it will be called.
From where came these bald lips
coming here?
Roll on.
From where come these red lips
coming here?
Roll on.
Be a board on the shore
and let go.
Dream,
taken by the deep sea,
taken to the glinting sea,
a chieftainess.
Guide the loved one, eh.