Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
«I xaⱨzadining ⱪizi, Kǝxliringdǝ sening ⱪǝdǝmliring nemidegǝn güzǝl! Tolƣiƣan yampaxliring gɵⱨǝrlǝrdǝk, Qewǝr ⱨünǝrwǝn ⱪolining ⱨüniridur.
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
Kindiking yumulaⱪ bir ⱪǝdǝⱨtur; Uning ǝbjǝx xarabi kǝm ǝmǝs; Ⱪorsiⱪing buƣday dɵwisidur, Ətrapiƣa nilupǝrlǝr olixidu.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
Ikki kɵksüng ikki maraldǝk, jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezikidur;
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
Boynung pil qixliridin yasalƣan munardur; Kɵzliring Bat-Rabbim ⱪowuⱪi boyidiki Ⱨǝxbon kɵlqǝkliridǝk, Burnung Dǝmǝxⱪⱪǝ ⱪaraydiƣan Liwan munaridǝktur;
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
Üstüngdǝ bexing Karmǝl teƣidǝk turidu; Bexingdiki ɵrümǝ qaqliring sɵsün rǝngliktur, Padixaⱨ büdür qaqliringning mǝⱨbusidur.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
I sɵyginim, ⱨuzurlar üqün xunqǝ güzǝl, xunqǝ yeⱪimliⱪtursǝn!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
Sening boyung palma dǝrihidǝk, Kɵksüng üzüm ƣunqiliridǝktur.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
Mǝn: — «Palma dǝrihi üstigǝ qiⱪimǝn, Xahlirini tutup yamiximǝn; Kɵksiliring dǝrwǝⱪǝ üzüm tal ƣunqiliridǝk, Burnungning puriⱪi almilardǝk, tanglayliringning tǝmi ǝng esil xarabdǝktur...».
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
«...mening sɵyümlükümning gelidin siliⱪ ɵtüp, Lǝwlǝr, qixlardin teyilip qüxsun...!
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Uning tǝⱪazzasi manga ⱪaritilidu».
11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
«I sɵyümlüküm, kelǝyli, Etizlarƣa qiⱪayli; Yezilarda tünǝp kelǝyli,
12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
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 yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
Muⱨǝbbǝtgüllǝr axu yǝrdǝ ɵz puriⱪini puritidu; Ixiklirimiz üstidǝ ⱨǝrhil esil mewǝ-qiwilǝr bardur, Yengi ⱨǝm konimu bardur; Sǝn üqün ularni toplap tǝyyarlidim, i sɵyümlüküm!»
