Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.
Mukazi ki ono ajja ng'alinnya okuva mu ddungu, Nga yeesigama ku muganzi we? Nakuzukusa wansi w'omucungwa: Eyo nnyoko gye yalumirwa okukuzaala, Eyo gye yalumirwa oyo eyakuzaala.