Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
«Séning söyümlüküng nege ketkendu, Qiz-ayallar arisida eng güzel bolghuchi? Séning söyümlüküng qeyerge burulup ketti? Biz sen bilen bille uni izdeyli!»
2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
«Méning söyümlüküm öz béghigha chüshti, Tétitqu otyashliqlargha chüshti. Baghlarda ozuqlinishqa, Niluperlerni yighishqa chüshti.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, We söyümlüküm méningkidur; U öz padisini niluperler arisida baqidu»
4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
«Sen güzel, i söyümlüküm, Tirzah shehiridek güzel; Yérusalémdek yéqimliq, Tughlarni kötürgen bir qoshundek heywetliktursen;
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
Ah, közliringni mendin ketküzgin! Chünki ular méning üstümdin ghalib kéliwatidu; Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardindur; Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur;
7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
Atmish xanish, seksen kénizekmu bar; Qizlar sanaqsiz;
9 My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Biraq méning paxtikim, ghubarsizim bolsa birdinbirdur; Anisidin tughulghanlar ichide tengdashsiz bolghuchi, Özini tughquchining tallighinidur. Qizlar uni körüp, uni bextlik dep atashti, Xanishlar we kénizeklermu körüp uni maxtashti».
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
«Tang seher jahan’gha qarighandek, Aydek güzel, aydingdek roshen, Illiq quyashtek yoruq, Tughlarni kötürgen qoshunlardek heywetlik bolghuchi kimdur?»
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.
«Méghizlar béghigha chüshtüm, Jilghidiki gül-giyahlarni körüshke, Üzüm télining bixlighan-bixlimighanliqini körüshke, Anarlarning chéchekligen-chécheklimigenlikini körüshke;
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
Biraq bile-bilmey, Jénim méni kötürüp, Ésil xelqimning jeng harwiliri üstige qoyghaniken».
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
«Qaytqin, qaytqin, i Shulamit — Qaytqin, qaytqin, bizning sanga qarighumiz bardur!» «Siler Shulamitning némisige qarighunglar bar?» «“Ikki bargah” ussulgha chüshken waqtidikidek uninggha qaraymiz!»
