Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
«I shahzadining qizi, Keshliringde séning qedemliring némidégen güzel! Tolghighan yampashliring göherlerdek, Chéwer hünerwen qolining hüniridur.
2 Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
Kindiking yumulaq bir qedehtur; Uning ebjesh sharabi kem emes; Qorsiqing bughday döwisidur, Etrapigha niluperler olishidu.
3 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
Ikki köksüng ikki maraldek, jerenning qoshkézikidur;
4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
Boynung pil chishliridin yasalghan munardur; Közliring Bat-Rabbim qowuqi boyidiki Heshbon kölchekliridek, Burnung Demeshqqe qaraydighan Liwan munaridektur;
5 Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
Üstüngde béshing Karmel téghidek turidu; Béshingdiki örüme chachliring sösün rengliktur, Padishah büdür chachliringning mehbusidur.
6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
I söyginim, huzurlar üchün shunche güzel, shunche yéqimliqtursen!
7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
Séning boyung palma derixidek, Köksüng üzüm ghunchiliridektur.
8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
Men: — «Palma derixi üstige chiqimen, Shaxlirini tutup yamishimen; Köksiliring derweqe üzüm tal ghunchiliridek, Burnungning puriqi almilardek, tanglayliringning temi eng ésil sharabdektur...».
9 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
«...méning söyümlükümning gélidin siliq ötüp, Lewler, chishlardin téyilip chüshsun...!
10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, Uning teqazzasi manga qaritilidu».
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
«I söyümlüküm, kéleyli, Étizlargha chiqayli; Yézilarda tünep kéleyli,
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
Üzümzarliqqa chiqishqa baldur orundin turayli, Üzüm tallirining bixlighan-bixlimighanliqini, Chécheklerning échilghan-échilmighanliqini, Anarlarning berq urghan-urmighanliqini köreyli; Ashu yerde muhebbetlirimni sanga béghishlaymen.
13 The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
Muhebbetgüller ashu yerde öz puriqini puritidu; Ishiklirimiz üstide herxil ésil méwe-chiwiler bardur, Yéngi hem konimu bardur; Sen üchün ularni toplap teyyarlidim, i söyümlüküm!»
