Gird thee with sackcloth, O daughter of my people, and sprinkle thee with ashes: make thee mourning as for an only son, a bitter lamentation, because the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.
Ai omuwala w'abantu bange, weesibe ebibukutu, weekulukuunye mu vvu: kungubaga ng'akungubagira mutabani we omu yekka, nga weesaasaabaga nnyo nnyini; kubanga omunyazi alitujjira nga tetumanyiridde.