Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
«Küylerning küyi» — Sulaymanning küyi.
2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man for your love is better than wine.
«U otluq aghzi bilen méni söysun; Chünki séning muhebbiting sharabtin shérindur.
3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
Xushpuraqtur séning etirliring; Quyulghan puraqliq may séning namingdur; Shunglashqa qizlar séni söyidu. Könglümni özüngge mehliya qilghaysen — Biz sanga egiship yügüreyli! — Padishah méni öz hujrilirigha ekirgey!»
4 Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.
«Biz sendin xushal bolup shadlinimiz; Séning muhebbetliringni sharabtin artuq eslep teripleymiz».
5 I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
«Ular séni durusluq bilen söyidu». — «Qara tenlik bolghinim bilen chirayliqmen, i Yérusalém qizliri! Berheq, Kédarliqlarning chédirliridek, Sulaymanning perdiliridek qarimen.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
Manga tikilip qarimanglar, Chünki qaridurmen, Chünki aptap méni köydürdi; Anamning oghulliri mendin renjigen; Shunga ular méni üzümzarlarni baqquchi qildi; Shunga öz üzümzarimni baqalmighanmen».
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
«Hey, jénim söyginim, dégine, Padangni qeyerde baqisen? Uni kün qiyamida qeyerde aram alghuzisen? Hemrahliringning padiliri yénida chümperdilik ayallardek yürüshümning néme hajiti?»
8 If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
«I qiz-ayallar arisidiki eng güzili, eger sen buni bilmiseng, Padamning basqan izlirini bésip méngip, Padichining chédiri yénida öz oghlaqliringni ozuqlandurghin».
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
«I söyümlüküm, men séni Pirewnning jeng harwilirigha qétilghan bir baytalgha oxshattim;
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Séning mengziliring tizilghan munchaqlar bilen, Boynung marjanlar bilen güzeldur.
11 We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
Biz sanga kümüsh közler quyulghan, Altundin zibu-zinnetlerni yasap bérimiz».
12 While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
«Padishah toy dastixinida olturghinida, sumbul melhimim puraq chachidu;
13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
Méning söyümlüküm, u manga bir monek murmekkidur, U kökslirim arisida qonup qalidu;
14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
Méning söyümlüküm manga En-Gedidiki üzümzarlarda ösken bir ghunche xéne gülidektur».
15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
«Mana, sen güzel, amriqim! Mana, sen shundaq güzel! Közliring paxteklerningkidektur!»
16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
«Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm; Berheq, yéqimliq ikensen; Bizning orun-körpimiz yéshildur;
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
Öyimizdiki limlar kédir derixidin, Wasilirimiz archilardindur.
