O vineyard of Sabama, I will weep for thee, with the mourning of Jazer: thy branches are gone over the sea, they are come even to the sea of Jazer: the robber hath rushed in upon thy harvest and thy vintage.
Naakukaabira ggwe amaziga, ai omuzabbibu ogw'e Sibuma, nga nkira okukaaba kwa Yazeri: amatabi go gaayita ku nnyanja, gaatuuka ne ku nnyanja ya Yazeri: omunyazi agudde ku bibala byo eby'omu kyeya ne ku bikungulwa bye.