Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
Men bolsam Sharun otliqidiki zepiran, xalas; Jilghilarda ösken bir niluper, xalas!»
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
«Tiken-jighanlar arisidiki niluperdek, Mana insan qizliri arisida méning amriqim shundaqtur!».
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
«Ormandiki derexler arisida ösken alma derixidek, Oghul balilar arisididur méning amriqim. Uning sayisi astida dilim alemche söyünüp olturdum; Uning méwisi manga shérin tétidi;
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
U méni sharabxanigha élip kirdi; Uning üstümde kötürgen tughi muhebbettur.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Méni kishmish poshkallar bilen quwwetlenglar; Almilar bilen méni yéngilandurunglar; Chünki muhebbettin zeipliship kettim;
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Uning sol qoli béshim astida, Uning ong qoli méni silawatidu.
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
I Yérusalém qizliri, Jerenler we daladiki marallarning hörmiti bilen, Silerge tapilaymenki, Muhebbetning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Uni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
«Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u kéliwatidu! Taghlardin sekrep, Édirlardin oynaqlap kéliwatidu!
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
Méning söyümlüküm jeren yaki yash bughidektur; Mana, u bizning öyning témining keynide turidu; U dérizilerdin qaraydu, U penjire-penjirilerdin marap baqidu».
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
«Méning söyümlüküm manga söz qilip mundaq dédi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin;
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
Chünki mana, qish ötüp ketti, Yamghur yéghip tügidi, u kétip qaldi;
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
Yer yüzide güller köründi; Naxshilar sayrash waqti keldi, Zéminimizda paxtekning sadasi anglanmaqta;
13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
Enjür derixi qishliq enjürlirini pishurmaqta, Üzüm talliri chécheklep öz puriqini chachmaqta; Ornungdin tur, méning amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin!
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
Ah méning paxtikim, Qoram tash yériqi ichide, Qiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatqaysen, Chünki awazing shérin, jamaling yéqimliqtur!»
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
«Tülkilerni tutuwalayli, Yeni üzümzarlarni buzghuchi kichik tülkilerni tutuwalayli; Chünki üzümzarlirimiz chécheklimekte».
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
«Söyümlüküm méningkidur, men uningkidurmen; U niluperler arisida padisini béqiwatidu».
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
«Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Manga qarap burulup kelgin, i söyümlüküm, Hijranliq taghliri üstidin sekrep kélidighan jeren yaki bughidek bolghin!».
