Song of Solomon 4
1 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
«Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm! Mana, sen güzel! Chümperdeng keynide közliring paxteklerdek iken, Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardin, Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Lewliring pereng tal yiptek, Gepliring yéqimliqtur; Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Boynung bolsa, Qoralxana bolushqa teyyarlighan Dawutning munaridektur, Uning üstige ming qalqan ésiqliqtur; Ularning hemmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Ikki köksüng xuddi ikki maraldur, Niluper arisida ozuqliniwatqan jerenning qoshkézekliridektur;
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Men özümni murmekke téghigha, Mestiki döngige élip kétimen.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Sen pütünley güzel, i söyümlüküm, Sende héch dagh yoqtur».
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir 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 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your 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 beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
Séning muhebbiting némidégen güzel, I singlim, i jörem! Séning muhebbetliring sharabtin shunche shérin! Séning etirliringning puriqi herqandaq tétitqudin peyzidur!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your 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 locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Sen péchetlen’gen bir baghdursen, i singlim, i jörem! Étiklik bir bulaq, yépiqliq bir fontandursen.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Shaxliring bolsa bir anarliq «Éren baghchisi»dur; Uningda qimmetlik méwiler, Xéne sumbul ösümlükliri bilen,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best 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, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Baghlarda bir fontan sen, Hayatliq sulirini béridighan, Liwandin aqidighan bir bulaqsen».
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious 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!»
