Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
«Küylǝrning 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 otluⱪ aƣzi bilǝn meni sɵysun; Qünki sening muⱨǝbbiting xarabtin xerindur.
3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
Huxpuraⱪtur sening ǝtirliring; Ⱪuyulƣan puraⱪliⱪ may sening namingdur; Xunglaxⱪa ⱪizlar seni sɵyidu. Kɵnglümni ɵzünggǝ mǝⱨliya ⱪilƣaysǝn — Biz sanga ǝgixip yügürǝyli! — Padixaⱨ meni ɵz ⱨujriliriƣa ǝkirgǝy!»
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 sǝndin huxal bolup xadlinimiz; Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliringni xarabtin artuⱪ ǝslǝp tǝriplǝymiz».
5 I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
«Ular seni durusluⱪ bilǝn sɵyidu». — «Ⱪara tǝnlik bolƣinim bilǝn qirayliⱪmǝn, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri! Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Kedarliⱪlarning qedirliridǝk, Sulaymanning pǝrdiliridǝk ⱪarimǝn.
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 ⱪarimanglar, Qünki ⱪaridurmǝn, Qünki aptap meni kɵydürdi; Anamning oƣulliri mǝndin rǝnjigǝn; Xunga ular meni üzümzarlarni baⱪⱪuqi ⱪildi; Xunga ɵz üzümzarimni baⱪalmiƣanmǝn».
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?
«Ⱨǝy, jenim sɵyginim, deginǝ, Padangni ⱪǝyǝrdǝ baⱪisǝn? Uni kün ⱪiyamida ⱪǝyǝrdǝ aram alƣuzisǝn? Ⱨǝmraⱨliringning padiliri yenida qümpǝrdilik ayallardǝk yürüxümning nemǝ ⱨajiti?»
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 ⱪiz-ayallar arisidiki ǝng güzili, ǝgǝr sǝn buni bilmisǝng, Padamning basⱪan izlirini besip mengip, Padiqining qediri yenida ɵz oƣlaⱪliringni ozuⱪlandurƣin».
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
«I sɵyümlüküm, mǝn seni Pirǝwnning jǝng ⱨarwiliriƣa ⱪetilƣan bir baytalƣa ohxattim;
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Sening mǝngziliring tizilƣan munqaⱪlar bilǝn, Boynung marjanlar bilǝn güzǝldur.
11 We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
Biz sanga kümüx kɵzlǝr ⱪuyulƣan, Altundin zibu-zinnǝtlǝrni yasap berimiz».
12 While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
«Padixaⱨ toy dastihinida olturƣinida, sumbul mǝlⱨimim puraⱪ qaqidu;
13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
Mening sɵyümlüküm, u manga bir monǝk murmǝkkidur, U kɵkslirim arisida ⱪonup ⱪalidu;
14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
Mening sɵyümlüküm manga Ən-Gǝdidiki üzümzarlarda ɵskǝn bir ƣunqǝ henǝ gülidǝktur».
15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
«Mana, sǝn güzǝl, amriⱪim! Mana, sǝn xundaⱪ güzǝl! Kɵzliring pahtǝklǝrningkidǝktur!»
16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
«Mana, sǝn güzǝl, sɵyümlüküm; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, yeⱪimliⱪ ikǝnsǝn; Bizning orun-kɵrpimiz yexildur;
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
Ɵyimizdiki limlar kedir dǝrihidin, Wasilirimiz arqilardindur.
