Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
«I shahzadining qizi, Keshliringde séning qedemliring némidégen güzel! Tolghighan yampashliring göherlerdek, Chéwer hünerwen qolining hüniridur.
2 Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Kindiking yumulaq bir qedehtur; Uning ebjesh sharabi kem emes; Qorsiqing bughday döwisidur, Etrapigha niluperler olishidu.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
Ikki köksüng ikki maraldek, jerenning qoshkézikidur;
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Boynung pil chishliridin yasalghan munardur; Közliring Bat-Rabbim qowuqi boyidiki Heshbon kölchekliridek, Burnung Demeshqqe qaraydighan Liwan munaridektur;
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.
Üstüngde béshing Karmel téghidek turidu; Béshingdiki örüme chachliring sösün rengliktur, Padishah büdür chachliringning mehbusidur.
6 How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!
I söyginim, huzurlar üchün shunche güzel, shunche yéqimliqtursen!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.
Séning boyung palma derixidek, Köksüng üzüm ghunchiliridektur.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,
Men: — «Palma derixi üstige chiqimen, Shaxlirini tutup yamishimen; Köksiliring derweqe üzüm tal ghunchiliridek, Burnungning puriqi almilardek, tanglayliringning temi eng ésil sharabdektur...».
9 and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.
«...méning söyümlükümning gélidin siliq ötüp, Lewler, chishlardin téyilip chüshsun...!
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, Uning teqazzasi manga qaritilidu».
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
«I söyümlüküm, kéleyli, Étizlargha chiqayli; Yézilarda tünep kéleyli,
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.
Üzümzarliqqa chiqishqa baldur orundin turayli, Üzüm tallirining bixlighan-bixlimighanliqini, Chécheklerning échilghan-échilmighanliqini, Anarlarning berq urghan-urmighanliqini köreyli; Ashu yerde muhebbetlirimni sanga béghishlaymen.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Muhebbetgüller ashu yerde öz puriqini puritidu; Ishiklirimiz üstide herxil ésil méwe-chiwiler bardur, Yéngi hem konimu bardur; Sen üchün ularni toplap teyyarlidim, i söyümlüküm!»
