< Song of Solomon 1 >
1 This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
«Küylǝrning küyi» — Sulaymanning küyi.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
«U otluⱪ aƣzi bilǝn meni sɵysun; Qünki sening muⱨǝbbiting xarabtin xerindur.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
Huxpuraⱪtur sening ǝtirliring; Ⱪuyulƣan puraⱪliⱪ may sening namingdur; Xunglaxⱪa ⱪizlar seni sɵyidu. Kɵnglümni ɵzünggǝ mǝⱨliya ⱪilƣaysǝn — Biz sanga ǝgixip yügürǝyli! — Padixaⱨ meni ɵz ⱨujriliriƣa ǝkirgǝy!»
4 Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
«Biz sǝndin huxal bolup xadlinimiz; Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliringni xarabtin artuⱪ ǝslǝp tǝriplǝymiz».
5 I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
«Ular seni durusluⱪ bilǝn sɵyidu». — «Ⱪara tǝnlik bolƣinim bilǝn qirayliⱪmǝn, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri! Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Kedarliⱪlarning qedirliridǝk, Sulaymanning pǝrdiliridǝk ⱪarimǝn.
6 Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
Manga tikilip ⱪarimanglar, Qünki ⱪaridurmǝn, Qünki aptap meni kɵydürdi; Anamning oƣulliri mǝndin rǝnjigǝn; Xunga ular meni üzümzarlarni baⱪⱪuqi ⱪildi; Xunga ɵz üzümzarimni baⱪalmiƣanmǝn».
7 Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
«Ⱨǝy, jenim sɵyginim, deginǝ, Padangni ⱪǝyǝrdǝ baⱪisǝn? Uni kün ⱪiyamida ⱪǝyǝrdǝ aram alƣuzisǝn? Ⱨǝmraⱨliringning padiliri yenida qümpǝrdilik ayallardǝk yürüxümning nemǝ ⱨajiti?»
8 If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
«I ⱪiz-ayallar arisidiki ǝng güzili, ǝgǝr sǝn buni bilmisǝng, Padamning basⱪan izlirini besip mengip, Padiqining qediri yenida ɵz oƣlaⱪliringni ozuⱪlandurƣin».
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
«I sɵyümlüküm, mǝn seni Pirǝwnning jǝng ⱨarwiliriƣa ⱪetilƣan bir baytalƣa ohxattim;
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Sening mǝngziliring tizilƣan munqaⱪlar bilǝn, Boynung marjanlar bilǝn güzǝldur.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
Biz sanga kümüx kɵzlǝr ⱪuyulƣan, Altundin zibu-zinnǝtlǝrni yasap berimiz».
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
«Padixaⱨ toy dastihinida olturƣinida, sumbul mǝlⱨimim puraⱪ qaqidu;
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
Mening sɵyümlüküm, u manga bir monǝk murmǝkkidur, U kɵkslirim arisida ⱪonup ⱪalidu;
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Mening sɵyümlüküm manga Ən-Gǝdidiki üzümzarlarda ɵskǝn bir ƣunqǝ henǝ gülidǝktur».
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
«Mana, sǝn güzǝl, amriⱪim! Mana, sǝn xundaⱪ güzǝl! Kɵzliring pahtǝklǝrningkidǝktur!»
16 How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
«Mana, sǝn güzǝl, sɵyümlüküm; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, yeⱪimliⱪ ikǝnsǝn; Bizning orun-kɵrpimiz yexildur;
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
Ɵyimizdiki limlar kedir dǝrihidin, Wasilirimiz arqilardindur.