Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
«Sening sɵyümlüküng nǝgǝ kǝtkǝndu, Ⱪiz-ayallar arisida ǝng güzǝl bolƣuqi? Sening sɵyümlüküng ⱪǝyǝrgǝ burulup kǝtti? Biz sǝn bilǝn billǝ uni izdǝyli!»
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
«Mening sɵyümlüküm ɵz beƣiƣa qüxti, Tetitⱪu otyaxliⱪlarƣa qüxti. Baƣlarda ozuⱪlinixⱪa, Nilupǝrlǝrni yiƣixⱪa qüxti.
3 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Wǝ sɵyümlüküm meningkidur; U ɵz padisini nilupǝrlǝr arisida baⱪidu»
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
«Sǝn güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Tirzaⱨ xǝⱨiridǝk güzǝl; Yerusalemdǝk yeⱪimliⱪ, Tuƣlarni kɵtürgǝn bir ⱪoxundǝk ⱨǝywǝtliktursǝn;
5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
Aⱨ, kɵzliringni mǝndin kǝtküzgin! Qünki ular mening üstümdin ƣalib keliwatidu; Qaqliring Gilead teƣi baƣrida yatⱪan bir top ɵqkilǝrdǝktur.
6 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, 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 tuƣⱪanlardindur; Ular arisida ⱨeqbiri kǝm ǝmǝstur;
7 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
Atmix hanix, sǝksǝn kenizǝkmu bar; Ⱪizlar sanaⱪsiz;
9 One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Biraⱪ mening pahtikim, ƣubarsizim bolsa birdinbirdur; Anisidin tuƣulƣanlar iqidǝ tǝngdaxsiz bolƣuqi, Ɵzini tuƣⱪuqining talliƣinidur. Ⱪizlar uni kɵrüp, uni bǝhtlik dǝp ataxti, Hanixlar wǝ kenizǝklǝrmu kɵrüp uni mahtaxti».
10 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
«Tang sǝⱨǝr jaⱨanƣa ⱪariƣandǝk, Aydǝk güzǝl, aydingdǝk roxǝn, Illiⱪ ⱪuyaxtǝk yoruⱪ, Tuƣlarni kɵtürgǝn ⱪoxunlardǝk ⱨǝywǝtlik bolƣuqi kimdur?»
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
«Meƣizlar beƣiƣa qüxtüm, Jilƣidiki gül-giyaⱨlarni kɵrüxkǝ, Üzüm telining bihliƣan-bihlimiƣanliⱪini kɵrüxkǝ, Anarlarning qeqǝkligǝn-qeqǝklimigǝnlikini kɵrüxkǝ;
12 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
Biraⱪ bilǝ-bilmǝy, Jenim meni kɵtürüp, Esil hǝlⱪimning jǝng ⱨarwiliri üstigǝ ⱪoyƣanikǝn».
13 Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
«Ⱪaytⱪin, ⱪaytⱪin, i Xulamit — Ⱪaytⱪin, ⱪaytⱪin, bizning sanga ⱪariƣumiz bardur!» «Silǝr Xulamitning nemisigǝ ⱪariƣunglar bar?» «“Ikki bargaⱨ” ussulƣa qüxkǝn waⱪtidikidǝk uningƣa ⱪaraymiz!»
