Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
«Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm! Mana, sen güzel! Chümperdeng keynide közliring paxteklerdek iken, Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardin, Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Lewliring pereng tal yiptek, Gepliring yéqimliqtur; Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Boynung bolsa, Qoralxana bolushqa teyyarlighan Dawutning munaridektur, Uning üstige ming qalqan ésiqliqtur; Ularning hemmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Ikki köksüng xuddi ikki maraldur, Niluper arisida ozuqliniwatqan jerenning qoshkézekliridektur;
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Men özümni murmekke téghigha, Mestiki döngige élip kétimen.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Sen pütünley güzel, i söyümlüküm, Sende héch dagh yoqtur».
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
«Liwandin men bilen kelgin, i jörem, Men bilen Liwandin kelgin — Amanah choqqisidin qara, Sénir hem Hermon choqqiliridin, Yeni shirlar uwiliridin, Yilpizlarning taghliridin qara!»
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
«Sen könglümni alamet söyündürdüng, i singlim, i jörem, Közüngning bir lep qilip qarishi bilen, Boynungdiki marjanning bir tal halqisi bilen, Könglümni söyündürdüng.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Séning muhebbiting némidégen güzel, I singlim, i jörem! Séning muhebbetliring sharabtin shunche shérin! Séning etirliringning puriqi herqandaq tétitqudin peyzidur!
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Lewliring, i jörem, here könikidek témitidu, Tiling astida bal we süt bar; Kiyim-kéchekliringning puriqi Liwanning puriqidur;
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Sen péchetlen’gen bir baghdursen, i singlim, i jörem! Étiklik bir bulaq, yépiqliq bir fontandursen.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Shaxliring bolsa bir anarliq «Éren baghchisi»dur; Uningda qimmetlik méwiler, Xéne sumbul ösümlükliri bilen,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
Sumbullar we iparlar, Kalamus we qowzaqdarchin, Herxil mestiki derexliri, Murmekke, muetter bilen hemme ésil tétitqular bar.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Baghlarda bir fontan sen, Hayatliq sulirini béridighan, Liwandin aqidighan bir bulaqsen».
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
«Oyghan, shimaldiki shamal; Kelgin, i jenubtiki shamal! Méning béghim üstidin uchup ötkey; Shuning bilen tétitquliri sirtqa puraq chachidu! Söyümlüküm öz béghigha kirsun! Özining qimmetlik méwilirini yésun!»
