Go and tell her how deeply I love her.
And if my love alone is not enough, tell her that I will give even more.

I wish I could give her the moon and the stars to be hers. I desire that, but the problem is I cannot. Perhaps doing so would make her understand me.

Ah! Look! She was the one who taught me about love,
I didn’t know how to pursue girls!
She spoiled me, so I sing this beautiful song for her!

But tell her to be careful not to be deceived by cars, entertainment, and money to the point of hating me. I say: let her not be misled recklessly so that she doesn’t end up devaluing the love I have for her just because of wine and beer!

[Nenda kamwambie jinsi n’navyompenda mie. Na kama mapenz hayatoshi, mwambie n’tayaongeza mie.

Nataman n’ngeamuru mbalamwez na nyota viwe mali yake yeye. Nataman hilo i’la tatizo s’wez. Huenda kufanya hivyo kungefanya anielewe.

Ah! Ona! Si alin’funza mapenz,
N’likuwa sijui jinsi ya kuwa-pursue wanadada!
Akan’dekeza kishenz, kwa hivyo huu wimbo mzuri namwimbia!

Ila mwambie ajihadhar kadanganywa na magari, burudan, na fedha akatimia kunichukia. I say: asidanganywe kidharura ili akaja kulishusha thaman penz nalompenda kwa sababu tu ya mvinyo na bia!]

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