Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
«Mana, sǝn güzǝl, sɵyümlüküm! Mana, sǝn güzǝl! Qümpǝrdǝng kǝynidǝ kɵzliring pahtǝklǝrdǝk ikǝn, Qaqliring Gilead teƣi baƣrida yatⱪan bir top ɵqkilǝrdǝktur.
2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Qixliring yengila yuyuluxtin qiⱪⱪan ⱪirⱪilƣan bir top ⱪoylardǝk; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi ⱪoxkezǝk tuƣⱪanlardin, Ular arisida ⱨeqbiri kǝm ǝmǝstur.
3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
Lǝwliring pǝrǝng tal yiptǝk, Gǝpliring yeⱪimliⱪtur; Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
Boynung bolsa, Ⱪoralhana boluxⱪa tǝyyarliƣan Dawutning munaridǝktur, Uning üstigǝ ming ⱪalⱪan esiⱪliⱪtur; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Ikki kɵksüng huddi ikki maraldur, Nilupǝr arisida ozuⱪliniwatⱪan jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezǝkliridǝktur;
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Tang atⱪuqǝ, Kɵlǝnggilǝr ⱪeqip yoⱪiƣuqǝ, Mǝn ɵzümni murmǝkkǝ teƣiƣa, Mǝstiki dɵngigǝ elip ketimǝn.
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
Sǝn pütünlǝy güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Sǝndǝ ⱨeq daƣ yoⱪtur».
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
«Liwandin mǝn bilǝn kǝlgin, i jɵrǝm, Mǝn bilǝn Liwandin kǝlgin — Amanaⱨ qoⱪⱪisidin ⱪara, Senir ⱨǝm Ⱨǝrmon qoⱪⱪiliridin, Yǝni xirlar uwiliridin, Yilpizlarning taƣliridin ⱪara!»
9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
«Sǝn kɵnglümni alamǝt sɵyündürdüng, i singlim, i jɵrǝm, Kɵzüngning bir lǝp ⱪilip ⱪarixi bilǝn, Boynungdiki marjanning bir tal ⱨalⱪisi bilǝn, Kɵnglümni sɵyündürdüng.
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
Sening muⱨǝbbiting nemidegǝn güzǝl, I singlim, i jɵrǝm! Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliring xarabtin xunqǝ xerin! Sening ǝtirliringning puriⱪi ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ tetitⱪudin pǝyzidur!
11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
Lǝwliring, i jɵrǝm, ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikidǝk temitidu, Tiling astida bal wǝ süt bar; Kiyim-keqǝkliringning puriⱪi Liwanning puriⱪidur;
12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
Sǝn peqǝtlǝngǝn bir baƣdursǝn, i singlim, i jɵrǝm! Etiklik bir bulaⱪ, yepiⱪliⱪ bir fontandursǝn.
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
Xahliring bolsa bir anarliⱪ «Erǝn baƣqisi»dur; Uningda ⱪimmǝtlik mewilǝr, Henǝ sumbul ɵsümlükliri bilǝn,
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
Sumbullar wǝ iparlar, Kalamus wǝ ⱪowzaⱪdarqin, Ⱨǝrhil mǝstiki dǝrǝhliri, Murmǝkkǝ, muǝttǝr bilǝn ⱨǝmmǝ esil tetitⱪular bar.
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
Baƣlarda bir fontan sǝn, Ⱨayatliⱪ sulirini beridiƣan, Liwandin aⱪidiƣan bir bulaⱪsǝn».
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
«Oyƣan, ximaldiki xamal; Kǝlgin, i jǝnubtiki xamal! Mening beƣim üstidin uqup ɵtkǝy; Xuning bilǝn tetitⱪuliri sirtⱪa puraⱪ qaqidu! Sɵyümlüküm ɵz beƣiƣa kirsun! Ɵzining ⱪimmǝtlik mewilirini yesun!»
