Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
Mǝn bolsam Xarun otliⱪidiki zǝpiran, halas; Jilƣilarda ɵskǝn bir nilupǝr, halas!»
2 As a lily amongst thorns, so is my companion amongst the daughters.
«Tikǝn-jiƣanlar arisidiki nilupǝrdǝk, Mana insan ⱪizliri arisida mening amriⱪim xundaⱪtur!».
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 dǝrǝhlǝr arisida ɵskǝn alma dǝrihidǝk, Oƣul balilar arisididur mening amriⱪim. Uning sayisi astida dilim alǝmqǝ sɵyünüp olturdum; Uning mewisi manga xerin tetidi;
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
U meni xarabhaniƣa elip kirdi; Uning üstümdǝ kɵtürgǝn tuƣi muⱨǝbbǝttur.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Meni kixmix poxkallar bilǝn ⱪuwwǝtlǝnglar; Almilar bilǝn meni yengilandurunglar; Qünki muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim;
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida, Uning ong ⱪoli meni 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 Yerusalem ⱪizliri, Jǝrǝnlǝr wǝ daladiki marallarning ⱨɵrmiti bilǝn, Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, Muⱨǝbbǝtning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Uni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
«Sɵyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u keliwatidu! Taƣlardin sǝkrǝp, Edirlardin oynaⱪlap keliwatidu!
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.
Mening sɵyümlüküm jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝktur; Mana, u bizning ɵyning temining kǝynidǝ turidu; U derizilǝrdin ⱪaraydu, U pǝnjirǝ-pǝnjirilǝrdin marap baⱪidu».
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
«Mening sɵyümlüküm manga sɵz ⱪilip mundaⱪ dedi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriⱪim, mening güzilim, mǝn bilǝn kǝtkin;
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Qünki mana, ⱪix ɵtüp kǝtti, Yamƣur yeƣip tügidi, u ketip ⱪaldi;
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.
Yǝr yüzidǝ güllǝr kɵründi; Nahxilar sayrax waⱪti kǝldi, Zeminimizda pahtǝkning sadasi anglanmaⱪta;
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.
Ənjür dǝrihi ⱪixliⱪ ǝnjürlirini pixurmaⱪta, Üzüm talliri qeqǝklǝp ɵz puriⱪini qaqmaⱪta; Ornungdin tur, mening amriⱪim, mening güzilim, mǝn bilǝn kǝtkin!
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.
Aⱨ mening pahtikim, Ⱪoram tax yeriⱪi iqidǝ, Ⱪiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatⱪaysǝn, Qünki awazing xerin, jamaling yeⱪimliⱪtur!»
15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
«Tülkilǝrni tutuwalayli, Yǝni üzümzarlarni buzƣuqi kiqik tülkilǝrni tutuwalayli; Qünki üzümzarlirimiz qeqǝklimǝktǝ».
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst the lilies.
«Sɵyümlüküm meningkidur, mǝn uningkidurmǝn; U nilupǝrlǝr arisida padisini beⱪiwatidu».
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 atⱪuqǝ, Kɵlǝnggilǝr ⱪeqip yoⱪiƣuqǝ, Manga ⱪarap burulup kǝlgin, i sɵyümlüküm, Ⱨijranliⱪ taƣliri üstidin sǝkrǝp kelidiƣan jǝrǝn yaki buƣidǝk bolƣin!».
