Küylerning küyi 2
1 Men bolsam Sharun otliqidiki zepiran, xalas; Jilghilarda ösken bir niluper, xalas!»
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 «Tiken-jighanlar arisidiki niluperdek, Mana insan qizliri arisida méning amriqim shundaqtur!».
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, 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 loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 U méni sharabxanigha élip kirdi; Uning üstümde kötürgen tughi muhebbettur.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Méni kishmish poshkallar bilen quwwetlenglar; Almilar bilen méni yéngilandurunglar; Chünki muhebbettin zeipliship kettim;
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
6 Uning sol qoli béshim astida, Uning ong qoli méni silawatidu.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 I Yérusalém qizliri, Jerenler we daladiki marallarning hörmiti bilen, Silerge tapilaymenki, Muhebbetning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Uni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8 «Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u kéliwatidu! Taghlardin sekrep, Édirlardin oynaqlap kéliwatidu!
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on 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 loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10 «Méning söyümlüküm manga söz qilip mundaq dédi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriqim, méning güzilim, men bilen ketkin;
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Chünki mana, qish ötüp ketti, Yamghur yéghip tügidi, u kétip qaldi;
For, see, 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 are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding 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 puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful 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, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
15 «Tülkilerni tutuwalayli, Yeni üzümzarlarni buzghuchi kichik tülkilerni tutuwalayli; Chünki üzümzarlirimiz chécheklimekte».
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16 «Söyümlüküm méningkidur, men uningkidurmen; U niluperler arisida padisini béqiwatidu».
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 «Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Manga qarap burulup kelgin, i söyümlüküm, Hijranliq taghliri üstidin sekrep kélidighan jeren yaki bughidek bolghin!».
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
