Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
«Men öz béghimgha kirdim, Méning singlim, méning jörem; Murmekkemni tétitqulirim bilen yighdim, Here könikimni hesilim bilen yédim; Sharabimni sütlirim bilen ichtim». «Dostlirim, yenglar! Ichinglar, könglüngler xalighanche ichinglar, i ashiq-meshuqlar!»
2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
«Men uxlawatattim, biraq könglüm oyghaq idi: — — Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u ishikni qéqiwatidu: — — «Manga échip ber, i singlim, i amriqim; Méning paxtikim, méning ghubarsizim; Chünki béshim shebnem bilen, Chachlirim kéchidiki nemlik bilen höl-höl bolup ketti!»
3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
«Men töshek kiyimlirimni séliwetken, Qandaqmu uni yene kiyiwalay? Men putlirimni yudum, Qandaqmu ularni yene bulghay?»
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
Söyümlüküm qolini ishik töshükidin tiqti; Méning ich-baghrilirim uninggha telmürüp ketti;
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
Söyümlükümge échishqa qoptum; Qollirimdin murmekki, Barmaqlirimdin suyuq murmekki témidi, Taqaqning tutquchliri üstige témidi;
6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Söyümlükümge achtim; Biraq söyümlüküm burulup, kétip qalghanidi. U söz qilghanda rohim chiqip ketkenidi; Uni izdidim, biraq tapalmidim; Uni chaqirdim, biraq u jawab bermidi;
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Sheherni aylinidighan jésekchiler méni uchritip méni urdi, méni yarilandurdi; Sépillardiki közetchiler chümperdemni mendin tartiwaldi.
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
I Yérusalém qizliri, söyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uninggha néme deysiler? Uninggha, söygining: «Men muhebbettin zeipliship kettim! — dédi, denglar».
9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
«Séning söyümlüküngning bashqa bir söyümlüktin qandaq artuq yéri bar, I, ayallar arisidiki eng güzili? Séning söyümlüküngning bashqa bir söyümlüktin qandaq artuq yéri bar? — Sen bizge shundaq tapilighan’ghu?».
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
«Méning söyümlüküm ap’aq we parqiraq, yüreklik ezimet, On ming arisida tughdek körünerliktur;
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Uning béshi sap altundindur, Budur chachliri atning yaylidek, Tagh qaghisidek qara.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Uning közliri éqinlar boyidiki paxteklerdek, Süt bilen yuyulghan, Yarishiqida qoyulghan;
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Uning mengziliri bir teshtek puraqliq ösümlüktektur; Aynighan yéqimliq güllüktek; Uning lewliri niluper, Ular suyuq murmekkini témitidu;
14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
Uning qolliri altun turubilar, Ichige béril yaqutlar quyulghan. Qorsiqi neqishlik pil chishliridin yasalghan, Kök yaqutlar bilen bézelgen.
15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
Uning putliri mermer tüwrükler, Altun üstige tiklen’gen. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidek, Kédir derexliridek körkem-heywetliktur.
16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Uning aghzi bekmu shérindur; Berheq, u pütünley güzeldur; Bu méning söyümlüküm, — Berheq, bu méning amriqim, I Yérusalém qizliri!»
