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 xaⱨzadining ⱪizi, Kǝxliringdǝ sening ⱪǝdǝmliring nemidegǝn güzǝl! Tolƣiƣan yampaxliring gɵⱨǝrlǝrdǝk, Qewǝr ⱨünǝrwǝn ⱪolining ⱨüniridur.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Kindiking yumulaⱪ bir ⱪǝdǝⱨtur; Uning ǝbjǝx xarabi kǝm ǝmǝs; Ⱪorsiⱪing buƣday dɵwisidur, Ətrapiƣa nilupǝrlǝr olixidu.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Ikki kɵksüng ikki maraldǝk, jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezikidur;
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 qixliridin yasalƣan munardur; Kɵzliring Bat-Rabbim ⱪowuⱪi boyidiki Ⱨǝxbon kɵlqǝkliridǝk, Burnung Dǝmǝxⱪⱪǝ ⱪaraydiƣan Liwan munaridǝktur;
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Üstüngdǝ bexing Karmǝl teƣidǝk turidu; Bexingdiki ɵrümǝ qaqliring sɵsün rǝngliktur, Padixaⱨ büdür qaqliringning mǝⱨbusidur.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
I sɵyginim, ⱨuzurlar üqün xunqǝ güzǝl, xunqǝ yeⱪimliⱪtursǝn!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Sening boyung palma dǝrihidǝk, Kɵksüng üzüm ƣunqiliridǝktur.
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;
Mǝn: — «Palma dǝrihi üstigǝ qiⱪimǝn, Xahlirini tutup yamiximǝn; Kɵksiliring dǝrwǝⱪǝ üzüm tal ƣunqiliridǝk, Burnungning puriⱪi almilardǝk, tanglayliringning tǝmi ǝng esil xarabdǝktur...».
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
«...mening sɵyümlükümning gelidin siliⱪ ɵtüp, Lǝwlǝr, qixlardin teyilip qüxsun...!
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.
Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Uning tǝⱪazzasi manga ⱪaritilidu».
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
«I sɵyümlüküm, kelǝyli, Etizlarƣa qiⱪayli; Yezilarda tünǝp kelǝyli,
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.
Üzümzarliⱪⱪa qiⱪixⱪa baldur orundin turayli, Üzüm tallirining bihliƣan-bihlimiƣanliⱪini, Qeqǝklǝrning eqilƣan-eqilmiƣanliⱪini, Anarlarning bǝrⱪ urƣan-urmiƣanliⱪini kɵrǝyli; Axu yǝrdǝ muⱨǝbbǝtlirimni sanga beƣixlaymǝn.
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.
Muⱨǝbbǝtgüllǝr axu yǝrdǝ ɵz puriⱪini puritidu; Ixiklirimiz üstidǝ ⱨǝrhil esil mewǝ-qiwilǝr bardur, Yengi ⱨǝm konimu bardur; Sǝn üqün ularni toplap tǝyyarlidim, i sɵyümlüküm!»
