Küylerning küyi 4
1 «Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm! Mana, sen güzel! Chümperdeng keynide közliring paxteklerdek iken, Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
2 Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardin, Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
3 Lewliring pereng tal yiptek, Gepliring yéqimliqtur; Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
4 Boynung bolsa, Qoralxana bolushqa teyyarlighan Dawutning munaridektur, Uning üstige ming qalqan ésiqliqtur; Ularning hemmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
5 Ikki köksüng xuddi ikki maraldur, Niluper arisida ozuqliniwatqan jerenning qoshkézekliridektur;
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
6 Tang atquche, Kölenggiler qéchip yoqighuche, Men özümni murmekke téghigha, Mestiki döngige élip kétimen.
Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Sen pütünley güzel, i söyümlüküm, Sende héch dagh yoqtur».
You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
8 «Liwandin men bilen kelgin, i jörem, Men bilen Liwandin kelgin — Amanah choqqisidin qara, Sénir hem Hermon choqqiliridin, Yeni shirlar uwiliridin, Yilpizlarning taghliridin qara!»
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens 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.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
10 Séning muhebbiting némidégen güzel, I singlim, i jörem! Séning muhebbetliring sharabtin shunche shérin! Séning etirliringning puriqi herqandaq tétitqudin peyzidur!
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
11 Lewliring, i jörem, here könikidek témitidu, Tiling astida bal we süt bar; Kiyim-kéchekliringning puriqi Liwanning puriqidur;
Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Sen péchetlen’gen bir baghdursen, i singlim, i jörem! Étiklik bir bulaq, yépiqliq bir fontandursen.
My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
13 Shaxliring bolsa bir anarliq «Éren baghchisi»dur; Uningda qimmetlik méwiler, Xéne sumbul ösümlükliri bilen,
Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
14 Sumbullar we iparlar, Kalamus we qowzaqdarchin, Herxil mestiki derexliri, Murmekke, muetter bilen hemme ésil tétitqular bar.
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15 Baghlarda bir fontan sen, Hayatliq sulirini béridighan, Liwandin aqidighan bir bulaqsen».
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down 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!»
Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
