Küylerning küyi 2
1 Men bolsam Sharun otliqidiki zepiran, xalas; Jilghilarda ösken bir niluper, xalas!»
I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys.
2 «Tiken-jighanlar arisidiki niluperdek, Mana insan qizliri arisida méning amriqim shundaqtur!».
As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 «Ormandiki derexler arisida ösken alma derixidek, Oghul balilar arisididur méning amriqim. Uning sayisi astida dilim alemche söyünüp olturdum; Uning méwisi manga shérin tétidi;
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 U méni sharabxanigha élip kirdi; Uning üstümde kötürgen tughi muhebbettur.
He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Méni kishmish poshkallar bilen quwwetlenglar; Almilar bilen méni yéngilandurunglar; Chünki muhebbettin zeipliship kettim;
Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.
6 Uning sol qoli béshim astida, Uning ong qoli méni silawatidu.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 I Yérusalém qizliri, Jerenler we daladiki marallarning hörmiti bilen, Silerge tapilaymenki, Muhebbetning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Uni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
8 «Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u kéliwatidu! Taghlardin sekrep, Édirlardin oynaqlap kéliwatidu!
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 Méning söyümlüküm jeren yaki yash bughidektur; Mana, u bizning öyning témining keynide turidu; U dérizilerdin qaraydu, U penjire-penjirilerdin marap baqidu».
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 «Méning söyümlüküm manga söz qilip mundaq dédi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin;
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Chünki mana, qish ötüp ketti, Yamghur yéghip tügidi, u kétip qaldi;
For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 Yer yüzide güller köründi; Naxshilar sayrash waqti keldi, Zéminimizda paxtekning sadasi anglanmaqta;
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 Enjür derixi qishliq enjürlirini pishurmaqta, Üzüm talliri chécheklep öz puriqini chachmaqta; Ornungdin tur, méning amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin!
The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 Ah méning paxtikim, Qoram tash yériqi ichide, Qiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatqaysen, Chünki awazing shérin, jamaling yéqimliqtur!»
O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 «Tülkilerni tutuwalayli, Yeni üzümzarlarni buzghuchi kichik tülkilerni tutuwalayli; Chünki üzümzarlirimiz chécheklimekte».
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.
16 «Söyümlüküm méningkidur, men uningkidurmen; U niluperler arisida padisini béqiwatidu».
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.
17 «Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Manga qarap burulup kelgin, i söyümlüküm, Hijranliq taghliri üstidin sekrep kélidighan jeren yaki bughidek bolghin!».
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
