The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
Amadudayimu gawunya kaloosa, Ne ku nzigi zaffe waliwo ebibala eby'omuwendo omungi eby'engeri zonna, ebiggya n'ebikadde, Bye nkuterekedde, ai muganzi wange.