Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
«I shahzadining qizi, Keshliringde séning qedemliring némidégen güzel! Tolghighan yampashliring göherlerdek, Chéwer hünerwen qolining hüniridur.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Kindiking yumulaq bir qedehtur; Uning ebjesh sharabi kem emes; Qorsiqing bughday döwisidur, Etrapigha niluperler olishidu.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Ikki köksüng ikki maraldek, jerenning qoshkézikidur;
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.
Boynung pil chishliridin yasalghan munardur; Közliring Bat-Rabbim qowuqi boyidiki Heshbon kölchekliridek, Burnung Demeshqqe qaraydighan Liwan munaridektur;
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Üstüngde béshing Karmel téghidek turidu; Béshingdiki örüme chachliring sösün rengliktur, Padishah büdür chachliringning mehbusidur.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
I söyginim, huzurlar üchün shunche güzel, shunche yéqimliqtursen!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Séning boyung palma derixidek, Köksüng üzüm ghunchiliridektur.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of 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 throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
«...méning söyümlükümning gélidin siliq ötüp, Lewler, chishlardin téyilip chüshsun...!
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.
Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, Uning teqazzasi manga qaritilidu».
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
«I söyümlüküm, kéleyli, Étizlargha chiqayli; Yézilarda tünep kéleyli,
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
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 have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
Muhebbetgüller ashu yerde öz puriqini puritidu; Ishiklirimiz üstide herxil ésil méwe-chiwiler bardur, Yéngi hem konimu bardur; Sen üchün ularni toplap teyyarlidim, i söyümlüküm!»
