My bowels, my bowels are in pain, the senses of my heart are troubled within me, I will not hold my peace, for my soul hath heard the sound of the trumpet, the cry of battle.
Emmeeme yange, emmeeme yange! omutima gwange gunnuma munda mwennyini; omutima gwange gweraliikiridde mu nze; siyinza kusirika; kubanga owulidde, ai emmeeme yange, eddoboozi ly'ekkondeere, nga liraye.