Song of Solomon 6
1 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may 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 beds of 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 am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'
Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Wǝ sɵyümlüküm meningkidur; U ɵz padisini nilupǝrlǝr arisida baⱪidu»
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
«Sǝn güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Tirzaⱨ xǝⱨiridǝk güzǝl; Yerusalemdǝk yeⱪimliⱪ, Tuƣlarni kɵtürgǝn bir ⱪoxundǝk ⱨǝywǝtliktursǝn;
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.
Aⱨ, kɵzliringni mǝndin kǝtküzgin! Qünki ular mening üstümdin ƣalib keliwatidu; Qaqliring Gilead teƣi baƣrida yatⱪan bir top ɵqkilǝrdǝktur.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
Qixliring yengila yuyuluxtin qiⱪⱪan ⱪirⱪilƣan bir top ⱪoylardǝk; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi ⱪoxkezǝk tuƣⱪanlardindur; Ular arisida ⱨeqbiri kǝm ǝmǝstur;
7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.
Atmix hanix, sǝksǝn kenizǝkmu bar; Ⱪizlar sanaⱪsiz;
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the 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 looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?
«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 look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
«Meƣizlar beƣiƣa qüxtüm, Jilƣidiki gül-giyaⱨlarni kɵrüxkǝ, Üzüm telining bihliƣan-bihlimiƣanliⱪini kɵrüxkǝ, Anarlarning qeqǝkligǝn-qeqǝklimigǝnlikini kɵrüxkǝ;
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.
Biraⱪ bilǝ-bilmǝy, Jenim meni kɵtürüp, Esil hǝlⱪimning jǝng ⱨarwiliri üstigǝ ⱪoyƣanikǝn».
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.
«Ⱪaytⱪin, ⱪaytⱪin, i Xulamit — Ⱪaytⱪin, ⱪaytⱪin, bizning sanga ⱪariƣumiz bardur!» «Silǝr Xulamitning nemisigǝ ⱪariƣunglar bar?» «“Ikki bargaⱨ” ussulƣa qüxkǝn waⱪtidikidǝk uningƣa ⱪaraymiz!»
