Silwale, Silwale of Namitondo is not a very big man.
“Kalume ka masumango, Silwale, Silwale.”
A short man, Silwale, Silwale.
Mbunda.
“Ipulani Kawanda, Kawanda, wa ya bika binakwata ku buta bwa ma ndundu banjitwila kabunga.”
Ask Kawanda, Kawanda is gone who holds my gun and grinds my meal for me.
“Chinyanga wa ya, mama, soka ko komwalile ba ndumba na chisumpa, ba li munjubo na ba ningula.”
The hunter is gone, my mother, shut the door to keep out the lions and the leopards, so say the people in the huts.
“Chilambu change, tangwa lia kuta na tate mukuzomba chilambu change njiambata mikila.”
The day I go hunting with my father I will carry my blanket and (wild beast) tails.