Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
Athi ke mna! Kuba ndisuke ndaba njengokuhlanganiswa kweziqhamo zasehlotyeni, njengokubhikicwa kweediliya; akukho sihloko sakudliwa; akukho khiwane liqalelayo, linqwenelwayo ngumphefumlo wam.