Song of Solomon 5
1 [HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved!
«Mǝn ɵz beƣimƣa kirdim, Mening singlim, mening jɵrǝm; Murmǝkkǝmni tetitⱪulirim bilǝn yiƣdim, Ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikimni ⱨǝsilim bilǝn yedim; Xarabimni sütlirim bilǝn iqtim». «Dostlirim, yǝnglar! Iqinglar, kɵnglünglǝr haliƣanqǝ iqinglar, i axiⱪ-mǝxuⱪlar!»
2 [SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.
«Mǝn uhlawatattim, biraⱪ kɵnglüm oyƣaⱪ idi: — — Sɵyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u ixikni ⱪeⱪiwatidu: — — «Manga eqip bǝr, i singlim, i amriⱪim; Mening pahtikim, mening ƣubarsizim; Qünki bexim xǝbnǝm bilǝn, Qaqlirim keqidiki nǝmlik bilǝn ⱨɵl-ⱨɵl bolup kǝtti!»
3 I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
«Mǝn tɵxǝk kiyimlirimni seliwǝtkǝn, Ⱪandaⱪmu uni yǝnǝ kiyiwalay? Mǝn putlirimni yudum, Ⱪandaⱪmu ularni yǝnǝ bulƣay?»
4 My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
Sɵyümlüküm ⱪolini ixik tɵxükidin tiⱪti; Mening iq-baƣrilirim uningƣa tǝlmürüp kǝtti;
5 I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
Sɵyümlükümgǝ eqixⱪa ⱪoptum; Ⱪollirimdin murmǝkki, Barmaⱪlirimdin suyuⱪ murmǝkki temidi, Taⱪaⱪning tutⱪuqliri üstigǝ temidi;
6 I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
Sɵyümlükümgǝ aqtim; Biraⱪ sɵyümlüküm burulup, ketip ⱪalƣanidi. U sɵz ⱪilƣanda roⱨim qiⱪip kǝtkǝnidi; Uni izdidim, biraⱪ tapalmidim; Uni qaⱪirdim, biraⱪ u jawab bǝrmidi;
7 The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
Xǝⱨǝrni aylinidiƣan jesǝkqilǝr meni uqritip meni urdi, meni yarilandurdi; Sepillardiki kɵzǝtqilǝr qümpǝrdǝmni mǝndin tartiwaldi.
8 I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
I Yerusalem ⱪizliri, sɵyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uningƣa nemǝ dǝysilǝr? Uningƣa, sɵygining: «Mǝn muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim! — dedi, dǝnglar».
9 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
«Sening sɵyümlüküngning baxⱪa bir sɵyümlüktin ⱪandaⱪ artuⱪ yeri bar, I, ayallar arisidiki ǝng güzili? Sening sɵyümlüküngning baxⱪa bir sɵyümlüktin ⱪandaⱪ artuⱪ yeri bar? — Sǝn bizgǝ xundaⱪ tapiliƣanƣu?».
10 [SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
«Mening sɵyümlüküm ap’aⱪ wǝ parⱪiraⱪ, yürǝklik ǝzimǝt, On ming arisida tuƣdǝk kɵrünǝrliktur;
11 His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
Uning bexi sap altundindur, Budur qaqliri atning yaylidǝk, Taƣ ⱪaƣisidǝk ⱪara.
12 His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
Uning kɵzliri eⱪinlar boyidiki pahtǝklǝrdǝk, Süt bilǝn yuyulƣan, Yarixiⱪida ⱪoyulƣan;
13 His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
Uning mǝngziliri bir tǝxtǝk puraⱪliⱪ ɵsümlüktǝktur; Ayniƣan yeⱪimliⱪ güllüktǝk; Uning lǝwliri nilupǝr, Ular suyuⱪ murmǝkkini temitidu;
14 His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
Uning ⱪolliri altun turubilar, Iqigǝ beril yaⱪutlar ⱪuyulƣan. Ⱪorsiⱪi nǝⱪixlik pil qixliridin yasalƣan, Kɵk yaⱪutlar bilǝn bezǝlgǝn.
15 His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
Uning putliri mǝrmǝr tüwrüklǝr, Altun üstigǝ tiklǝngǝn. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidǝk, Kedir dǝrǝhliridǝk kɵrkǝm-ⱨǝywǝtliktur.
16 His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Uning aƣzi bǝkmu xerindur; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, u pütünlǝy güzǝldur; Bu mening sɵyümlüküm, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bu mening amriⱪim, I Yerusalem ⱪizliri!»
