Song of Solomon 1
«Küylerning küyi» — Sulaymanning küyi.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
«U otluq aghzi bilen méni söysun; Chünki séning muhebbiting sharabtin shérindur.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
Xushpuraqtur séning etirliring; Quyulghan puraqliq may séning namingdur; Shunglashqa qizlar séni söyidu. Könglümni özüngge mehliya qilghaysen — Biz sanga egiship yügüreyli! — Padishah méni öz hujrilirigha ekirgey!»
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
«Biz sendin xushal bolup shadlinimiz; Séning muhebbetliringni sharabtin artuq eslep teripleymiz».
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
«Ular séni durusluq bilen söyidu». — «Qara tenlik bolghinim bilen chirayliqmen, i Yérusalém qizliri! Berheq, Kédarliqlarning chédirliridek, Sulaymanning perdiliridek qarimen.
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
Manga tikilip qarimanglar, Chünki qaridurmen, Chünki aptap méni köydürdi; Anamning oghulliri mendin renjigen; Shunga ular méni üzümzarlarni baqquchi qildi; Shunga öz üzümzarimni baqalmighanmen».
7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
«Hey, jénim söyginim, dégine, Padangni qeyerde baqisen? Uni kün qiyamida qeyerde aram alghuzisen? Hemrahliringning padiliri yénida chümperdilik ayallardek yürüshümning néme hajiti?»
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
«I qiz-ayallar arisidiki eng güzili, eger sen buni bilmiseng, Padamning basqan izlirini bésip méngip, Padichining chédiri yénida öz oghlaqliringni ozuqlandurghin».
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
«I söyümlüküm, men séni Pirewnning jeng harwilirigha qétilghan bir baytalgha oxshattim;
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
Séning mengziliring tizilghan munchaqlar bilen, Boynung marjanlar bilen güzeldur.
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
Biz sanga kümüsh közler quyulghan, Altundin zibu-zinnetlerni yasap bérimiz».
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
«Padishah toy dastixinida olturghinida, sumbul melhimim puraq chachidu;
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
Méning söyümlüküm, u manga bir monek murmekkidur, U kökslirim arisida qonup qalidu;
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Méning söyümlüküm manga En-Gedidiki üzümzarlarda ösken bir ghunche xéne gülidektur».
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
«Mana, sen güzel, amriqim! Mana, sen shundaq güzel! Közliring paxteklerningkidektur!»
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
«Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm; Berheq, yéqimliq ikensen; Bizning orun-körpimiz yéshildur;
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
Öyimizdiki limlar kédir derixidin, Wasilirimiz archilardindur.
