The king therefore being much moved, went up to the high chamber over the gate, and wept. And as he went he spoke in this manner: My son Absalom, Absalom my son: would to God that I might die for thee, Absalom my son, my son Absalom.
Awo kabaka ne yeeraliikirira nnyo n'alinnya n'agenda mu nju eri ku wankaaki n'akaaba amaziga: awo ng'agenda n'ayogera bw'atyo nti Ai, mwana wange Abusaalomu, mwana wange, mwana wange Abusaalomu! singa nkufiiridde, ai Abusaalomu, mwana wange, mwana wange!