Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
Mpalula tunaakugoberera mbiro: Kabaka annyingizizza mu bisenge bye: Tunaakusanyukira ne tujaguza, Okwagala kwo tunaakwogerako okusinga omwenge: Bakwagala lwa nsonga.