Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
Men bolsam Sharun otliqidiki zepiran, xalas; Jilghilarda ösken bir niluper, xalas!»
2 As a lily amongst thorns, so is my companion amongst the daughters.
«Tiken-jighanlar arisidiki niluperdek, Mana insan qizliri arisida méning amriqim shundaqtur!».
3 As the apple amongst the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman amongst the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
«Ormandiki derexler arisida ösken alma derixidek, Oghul balilar arisididur méning amriqim. Uning sayisi astida dilim alemche söyünüp olturdum; Uning méwisi manga shérin tétidi;
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
U méni sharabxanigha élip kirdi; Uning üstümde kötürgen tughi muhebbettur.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Méni kishmish poshkallar bilen quwwetlenglar; Almilar bilen méni yéngilandurunglar; Chünki muhebbettin zeipliship kettim;
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Uning sol qoli béshim astida, Uning ong qoli méni silawatidu.
7 I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
I Yérusalém qizliri, Jerenler we daladiki marallarning hörmiti bilen, Silerge tapilaymenki, Muhebbetning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Uni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
«Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u kéliwatidu! Taghlardin sekrep, Édirlardin oynaqlap kéliwatidu!
9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
Méning söyümlüküm jeren yaki yash bughidektur; Mana, u bizning öyning témining keynide turidu; U dérizilerdin qaraydu, U penjire-penjirilerdin marap baqidu».
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
«Méning söyümlüküm manga söz qilip mundaq dédi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin;
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Chünki mana, qish ötüp ketti, Yamghur yéghip tügidi, u kétip qaldi;
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
Yer yüzide güller köründi; Naxshilar sayrash waqti keldi, Zéminimizda paxtekning sadasi anglanmaqta;
13 The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
Enjür derixi qishliq enjürlirini pishurmaqta, Üzüm talliri chécheklep öz puriqini chachmaqta; Ornungdin tur, méning amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin!
14 [You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
Ah méning paxtikim, Qoram tash yériqi ichide, Qiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatqaysen, Chünki awazing shérin, jamaling yéqimliqtur!»
15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
«Tülkilerni tutuwalayli, Yeni üzümzarlarni buzghuchi kichik tülkilerni tutuwalayli; Chünki üzümzarlirimiz chécheklimekte».
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst the lilies.
«Söyümlüküm méningkidur, men uningkidurmen; U niluperler arisida padisini béqiwatidu».
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
«Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Manga qarap burulup kelgin, i söyümlüküm, Hijranliq taghliri üstidin sekrep kélidighan jeren yaki bughidek bolghin!».
