So she wept before Samson and complained, saying: Thou hatest me, and dost not love me: therefore thou wilt not expound to me the riddle which thou hast proposed to the sons of my people. But he answered: I would not tell it to my father and mother, and how can I tell it to thee?
Mukazi wa Samusooni n'akaaba amaziga mu maaso ge n'agamba nti Onkyawa bukyayi, so tonjagala: wakokkolera ekikokko abaana b'abantu bange n'otokimbuulirako nze. N'amugamba nti Laba, sikibuuliranga kitange newakubadde mmange, ggwe nnaakibuulirako?