Amui'a le masina e alu ma toe sau, blessed is the moon to go and then return

Fortunate is the tide that visits these shores again and again,

The place where the waters are as alive as the radiant moonlight and the roaring waves. The place where the ocean breeze journeys to the south at night, pushing gentle waves and forming new shorelines. Under the constellations and pale skies, here lies the forefathers/Tua’a of Matautu Lefaga and their lonely cries. Through Tagaloa’s waters and earth they breathe, fortunate for the moon to go and then return to this beach. 

Under the moonlit shade of the Milo tree, they speak of the earth’s humming of the ocean’s heartbeat. Matautu Lefaga’s living past, present, and future rest on these vigorous night scenes. Tonight, the generous Tagaloa welcomes me home once again, here on the shores of my ancestors’ hopes and dreams. Fortunate are the hearts that witness this every day, as I can only wish for the night to stay.

Amui'a le masina e alu ma toe sau,

Blessed is the moon to go and then return