Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
«Küylerning küyi» — Sulaymanning küyi.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
«U otluq aghzi bilen méni söysun; Chünki séning muhebbiting sharabtin shérindur.
3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
Xushpuraqtur séning etirliring; Quyulghan puraqliq may séning namingdur; Shunglashqa qizlar séni söyidu. Könglümni özüngge mehliya qilghaysen — Biz sanga egiship yügüreyli! — Padishah méni öz hujrilirigha ekirgey!»
4 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
«Biz sendin xushal bolup shadlinimiz; Séning muhebbetliringni sharabtin artuq eslep teripleymiz».
5 I am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
«Ular séni durusluq bilen söyidu». — «Qara tenlik bolghinim bilen chirayliqmen, i Yérusalém qizliri! Berheq, Kédarliqlarning chédirliridek, Sulaymanning perdiliridek qarimen.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Manga tikilip qarimanglar, Chünki qaridurmen, Chünki aptap méni köydürdi; Anamning oghulliri mendin renjigen; Shunga ular méni üzümzarlarni baqquchi qildi; Shunga öz üzümzarimni baqalmighanmen».
7 Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.
«Hey, jénim söyginim, dégine, Padangni qeyerde baqisen? Uni kün qiyamida qeyerde aram alghuzisen? Hemrahliringning padiliri yénida chümperdilik ayallardek yürüshümning néme hajiti?»
8 If you know not yourself, you fair one amongst women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
«I qiz-ayallar arisidiki eng güzili, eger sen buni bilmiseng, Padamning basqan izlirini bésip méngip, Padichining chédiri yénida öz oghlaqliringni ozuqlandurghin».
9 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
«I söyümlüküm, men séni Pirewnning jeng harwilirigha qétilghan bir baytalgha oxshattim;
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
Séning mengziliring tizilghan munchaqlar bilen, Boynung marjanlar bilen güzeldur.
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
Biz sanga kümüsh közler quyulghan, Altundin zibu-zinnetlerni yasap bérimiz».
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
«Padishah toy dastixinida olturghinida, sumbul melhimim puraq chachidu;
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Méning söyümlüküm, u manga bir monek murmekkidur, U kökslirim arisida qonup qalidu;
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Méning söyümlüküm manga En-Gedidiki üzümzarlarda ösken bir ghunche xéne gülidektur».
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
«Mana, sen güzel, amriqim! Mana, sen shundaq güzel! Közliring paxteklerningkidektur!»
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
«Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm; Berheq, yéqimliq ikensen; Bizning orun-körpimiz yéshildur;
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Öyimizdiki limlar kédir derixidin, Wasilirimiz archilardindur.
