Küylerning küyi 4
1 «Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm! Mana, sen güzel! Chümperdeng keynide közliring paxteklerdek iken, Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
2 Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardin, Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur.
Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
3 Lewliring pereng tal yiptek, Gepliring yéqimliqtur; Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
4 Boynung bolsa, Qoralxana bolushqa teyyarlighan Dawutning munaridektur, Uning üstige ming qalqan ésiqliqtur; Ularning hemmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
5 Ikki köksüng xuddi ikki maraldur, Niluper arisida ozuqliniwatqan jerenning qoshkézekliridektur;
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
6 Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Men özümni murmekke téghigha, Mestiki döngige élip kétimen.
Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
7 Sen pütünley güzel, i söyümlüküm, Sende héch dagh yoqtur».
Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
8 «Liwandin men bilen kelgin, i jörem, Men bilen Liwandin kelgin — Amanah choqqisidin qara, Sénir hem Hermon choqqiliridin, Yeni shirlar uwiliridin, Yilpizlarning taghliridin qara!»
With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9 «Sen könglümni alamet söyündürdüng, i singlim, i jörem, Közüngning bir lep qilip qarishi bilen, Boynungdiki marjanning bir tal halqisi bilen, Könglümni söyündürdüng.
Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
10 Séning muhebbiting némidégen güzel, I singlim, i jörem! Séning muhebbetliring sharabtin shunche shérin! Séning etirliringning puriqi herqandaq tétitqudin peyzidur!
How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
11 Lewliring, i jörem, here könikidek témitidu, Tiling astida bal we süt bar; Kiyim-kéchekliringning puriqi Liwanning puriqidur;
With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Sen péchetlen’gen bir baghdursen, i singlim, i jörem! Étiklik bir bulaq, yépiqliq bir fontandursen.
A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
13 Shaxliring bolsa bir anarliq «Éren baghchisi»dur; Uningda qimmetlik méwiler, Xéne sumbul ösümlükliri bilen,
Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
14 Sumbullar we iparlar, Kalamus we qowzaqdarchin, Herxil mestiki derexliri, Murmekke, muetter bilen hemme ésil tétitqular bar.
Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
15 Baghlarda bir fontan sen, Hayatliq sulirini béridighan, Liwandin aqidighan bir bulaqsen».
A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
16 «Oyghan, shimaldiki shamal; Kelgin, i jenubtiki shamal! Méning béghim üstidin uchup ötkey; Shuning bilen tétitquliri sirtqa puraq chachidu! Söyümlüküm öz béghigha kirsun! Özining qimmetlik méwilirini yésun!»
[SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
