< Song of Solomon 5 >

1 Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.
«Mǝn ɵz beƣimƣa kirdim, Mening singlim, mening jɵrǝm; Murmǝkkǝmni tetitⱪulirim bilǝn yiƣdim, Ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikimni ⱨǝsilim bilǝn yedim; Xarabimni sütlirim bilǝn iqtim». «Dostlirim, yǝnglar! Iqinglar, kɵnglünglǝr haliƣanqǝ iqinglar, i axiⱪ-mǝxuⱪlar!»
2 Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.
«Mǝn uhlawatattim, biraⱪ kɵnglüm oyƣaⱪ idi: — — Sɵyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u ixikni ⱪeⱪiwatidu: — — «Manga eqip bǝr, i singlim, i amriⱪim; Mening pahtikim, mening ƣubarsizim; Qünki bexim xǝbnǝm bilǝn, Qaqlirim keqidiki nǝmlik bilǝn ⱨɵl-ⱨɵl bolup kǝtti!»
3 Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
«Mǝn tɵxǝk kiyimlirimni seliwǝtkǝn, Ⱪandaⱪmu uni yǝnǝ kiyiwalay? Mǝn putlirimni yudum, Ⱪandaⱪmu ularni yǝnǝ bulƣay?»
4 My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
Sɵyümlüküm ⱪolini ixik tɵxükidin tiⱪti; Mening iq-baƣrilirim uningƣa tǝlmürüp kǝtti;
5 I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
Sɵyümlükümgǝ eqixⱪa ⱪoptum; Ⱪollirimdin murmǝkki, Barmaⱪlirimdin suyuⱪ murmǝkki temidi, Taⱪaⱪning tutⱪuqliri üstigǝ temidi;
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
Sɵyümlükümgǝ aqtim; Biraⱪ sɵyümlüküm burulup, ketip ⱪalƣanidi. U sɵz ⱪilƣanda roⱨim qiⱪip kǝtkǝnidi; Uni izdidim, biraⱪ tapalmidim; Uni qaⱪirdim, biraⱪ u jawab bǝrmidi;
7 The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
Xǝⱨǝrni aylinidiƣan jesǝkqilǝr meni uqritip meni urdi, meni yarilandurdi; Sepillardiki kɵzǝtqilǝr qümpǝrdǝmni mǝndin tartiwaldi.
8 I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
I Yerusalem ⱪizliri, sɵyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uningƣa nemǝ dǝysilǝr? Uningƣa, sɵygining: «Mǝn muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim! — dedi, dǝnglar».
9 Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
«Sening sɵyümlüküngning baxⱪa bir sɵyümlüktin ⱪandaⱪ artuⱪ yeri bar, I, ayallar arisidiki ǝng güzili? Sening sɵyümlüküngning baxⱪa bir sɵyümlüktin ⱪandaⱪ artuⱪ yeri bar? — Sǝn bizgǝ xundaⱪ tapiliƣanƣu?».
10 Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
«Mening sɵyümlüküm ap’aⱪ wǝ parⱪiraⱪ, yürǝklik ǝzimǝt, On ming arisida tuƣdǝk kɵrünǝrliktur;
11 His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
Uning bexi sap altundindur, Budur qaqliri atning yaylidǝk, Taƣ ⱪaƣisidǝk ⱪara.
12 His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
Uning kɵzliri eⱪinlar boyidiki pahtǝklǝrdǝk, Süt bilǝn yuyulƣan, Yarixiⱪida ⱪoyulƣan;
13 His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
Uning mǝngziliri bir tǝxtǝk puraⱪliⱪ ɵsümlüktǝktur; Ayniƣan yeⱪimliⱪ güllüktǝk; Uning lǝwliri nilupǝr, Ular suyuⱪ murmǝkkini temitidu;
14 His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
Uning ⱪolliri altun turubilar, Iqigǝ beril yaⱪutlar ⱪuyulƣan. Ⱪorsiⱪi nǝⱪixlik pil qixliridin yasalƣan, Kɵk yaⱪutlar bilǝn bezǝlgǝn.
15 His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.
Uning putliri mǝrmǝr tüwrüklǝr, Altun üstigǝ tiklǝngǝn. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidǝk, Kedir dǝrǝhliridǝk kɵrkǝm-ⱨǝywǝtliktur.
16 His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Uning aƣzi bǝkmu xerindur; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, u pütünlǝy güzǝldur; Bu mening sɵyümlüküm, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bu mening amriⱪim, I Yerusalem ⱪizliri!»

< Song of Solomon 5 >