Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
«Sening sɵyümlüküng nǝgǝ kǝtkǝndu, Ⱪiz-ayallar arisida ǝng güzǝl bolƣuqi? Sening sɵyümlüküng ⱪǝyǝrgǝ burulup kǝtti? Biz sǝn bilǝn billǝ uni izdǝyli!»
2 My beloved has gone down to 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. He browses among the lilies,
Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Wǝ sɵyümlüküm meningkidur; U ɵz padisini nilupǝrlǝr arisida baⱪidu»
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
«Sǝn güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Tirzaⱨ xǝⱨiridǝk güzǝl; Yerusalemdǝk yeⱪimliⱪ, Tuƣlarni kɵtürgǝn bir ⱪoxundǝk ⱨǝywǝtliktursǝn;
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Aⱨ, kɵzliringni mǝndin kǝtküzgin! Qünki ular mening üstümdin ƣalib keliwatidu; Qaqliring Gilead teƣi baƣrida yatⱪan bir top ɵqkilǝrdǝktur.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
Qixliring yengila yuyuluxtin qiⱪⱪan ⱪirⱪilƣan bir top ⱪoylardǝk; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi ⱪoxkezǝk tuƣⱪanlardindur; Ular arisida ⱨeqbiri kǝm ǝmǝstur;
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
Atmix hanix, sǝksǝn kenizǝkmu bar; Ⱪizlar sanaⱪsiz;
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, 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 who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome 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 nut tree grove, to see 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 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
Biraⱪ bilǝ-bilmǝy, Jenim meni kɵtürüp, Esil hǝlⱪimning jǝng ⱨarwiliri üstigǝ ⱪoyƣanikǝn».
13 Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
«Ⱪaytⱪin, ⱪaytⱪin, i Xulamit — Ⱪaytⱪin, ⱪaytⱪin, bizning sanga ⱪariƣumiz bardur!» «Silǝr Xulamitning nemisigǝ ⱪariƣunglar bar?» «“Ikki bargaⱨ” ussulƣa qüxkǝn waⱪtidikidǝk uningƣa ⱪaraymiz!»
