Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
«I shahzadining qizi, Keshliringde séning qedemliring némidégen güzel! Tolghighan yampashliring göherlerdek, Chéwer hünerwen qolining hüniridur.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Kindiking yumulaq bir qedehtur; Uning ebjesh sharabi kem emes; Qorsiqing bughday döwisidur, Etrapigha niluperler olishidu.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Ikki köksüng ikki maraldek, jerenning qoshkézikidur;
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
Boynung pil chishliridin yasalghan munardur; Közliring Bat-Rabbim qowuqi boyidiki Heshbon kölchekliridek, Burnung Demeshqqe qaraydighan Liwan munaridektur;
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
Üstüngde béshing Karmel téghidek turidu; Béshingdiki örüme chachliring sösün rengliktur, Padishah büdür chachliringning mehbusidur.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
I söyginim, huzurlar üchün shunche güzel, shunche yéqimliqtursen!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Séning boyung palma derixidek, Köksüng üzüm ghunchiliridektur.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your 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 your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
«...méning söyümlükümning gélidin siliq ötüp, Lewler, chishlardin téyilip chüshsun...!
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, Uning teqazzasi manga qaritilidu».
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
«I söyümlüküm, kéleyli, Étizlargha chiqayli; Yézilarda tünep kéleyli,
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you 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 send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, 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!»
