Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
Men bolsam Sharun otliqidiki zepiran, xalas; Jilghilarda ösken bir niluper, xalas!»
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
«Tiken-jighanlar arisidiki niluperdek, Mana insan qizliri arisida méning amriqim shundaqtur!».
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
«Ormandiki derexler arisida ösken alma derixidek, Oghul balilar arisididur méning amriqim. Uning sayisi astida dilim alemche söyünüp olturdum; Uning méwisi manga shérin tétidi;
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
U méni sharabxanigha élip kirdi; Uning üstümde kötürgen tughi muhebbettur.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Méni kishmish poshkallar bilen quwwetlenglar; Almilar bilen méni yéngilandurunglar; Chünki muhebbettin zeipliship kettim;
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Uning sol qoli béshim astida, Uning ong qoli méni silawatidu.
7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
I Yérusalém qizliri, Jerenler we daladiki marallarning hörmiti bilen, Silerge tapilaymenki, Muhebbetning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Uni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
«Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u kéliwatidu! Taghlardin sekrep, Édirlardin oynaqlap kéliwatidu!
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
Méning söyümlüküm jeren yaki yash bughidektur; Mana, u bizning öyning témining keynide turidu; U dérizilerdin qaraydu, U penjire-penjirilerdin marap baqidu».
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
«Méning söyümlüküm manga söz qilip mundaq dédi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin;
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Chünki mana, qish ötüp ketti, Yamghur yéghip tügidi, u kétip qaldi;
12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
Yer yüzide güller köründi; Naxshilar sayrash waqti keldi, Zéminimizda paxtekning sadasi anglanmaqta;
13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
Enjür derixi qishliq enjürlirini pishurmaqta, Üzüm talliri chécheklep öz puriqini chachmaqta; Ornungdin tur, méning amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin!
14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
Ah méning paxtikim, Qoram tash yériqi ichide, Qiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatqaysen, Chünki awazing shérin, jamaling yéqimliqtur!»
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
«Tülkilerni tutuwalayli, Yeni üzümzarlarni buzghuchi kichik tülkilerni tutuwalayli; Chünki üzümzarlirimiz chécheklimekte».
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
«Söyümlüküm méningkidur, men uningkidurmen; U niluperler arisida padisini béqiwatidu».
17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
«Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Manga qarap burulup kelgin, i söyümlüküm, Hijranliq taghliri üstidin sekrep kélidighan jeren yaki bughidek bolghin!».
