Küylerning küyi 5
1 «Men öz béghimgha kirdim, Méning singlim, méning jörem; Murmekkemni tétitqulirim bilen yighdim, Here könikimni hesilim bilen yédim; Sharabimni sütlirim bilen ichtim». «Dostlirim, yenglar! Ichinglar, könglüngler xalighanche ichinglar, i ashiq-meshuqlar!»
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
2 «Men uxlawatattim, biraq könglüm oyghaq idi: — — Söyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u ishikni qéqiwatidu: — — «Manga échip ber, i singlim, i amriqim; Méning paxtikim, méning ghubarsizim; Chünki béshim shebnem bilen, Chachlirim kéchidiki nemlik bilen höl-höl bolup ketti!»
I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
3 «Men töshek kiyimlirimni séliwetken, Qandaqmu uni yene kiyiwalay? Men putlirimni yudum, Qandaqmu ularni yene bulghay?»
I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?
4 Söyümlüküm qolini ishik töshükidin tiqti; Méning ich-baghrilirim uninggha telmürüp ketti;
My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5 Söyümlükümge échishqa qoptum; Qollirimdin murmekki, Barmaqlirimdin suyuq murmekki témidi, Taqaqning tutquchliri üstige témidi;
I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.
6 Söyümlükümge achtim; Biraq söyümlüküm burulup, kétip qalghanidi. U söz qilghanda rohim chiqip ketkenidi; Uni izdidim, biraq tapalmidim; Uni chaqirdim, biraq u jawab bermidi;
I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.
7 Sheherni aylinidighan jésekchiler méni uchritip méni urdi, méni yarilandurdi; Sépillardiki közetchiler chümperdemni mendin tartiwaldi.
The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I Yérusalém qizliri, söyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uninggha néme deysiler? Uninggha, söygining: «Men muhebbettin zeipliship kettim! — dédi, denglar».
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
9 «Séning söyümlüküngning bashqa bir söyümlüktin qandaq artuq yéri bar, I, ayallar arisidiki eng güzili? Séning söyümlüküngning bashqa bir söyümlüktin qandaq artuq yéri bar? — Sen bizge shundaq tapilighan’ghu?».
What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?
10 «Méning söyümlüküm ap’aq we parqiraq, yüreklik ezimet, On ming arisida tughdek körünerliktur;
My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.
11 Uning béshi sap altundindur, Budur chachliri atning yaylidek, Tagh qaghisidek qara.
His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
12 Uning közliri éqinlar boyidiki paxteklerdek, Süt bilen yuyulghan, Yarishiqida qoyulghan;
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
13 Uning mengziliri bir teshtek puraqliq ösümlüktektur; Aynighan yéqimliq güllüktek; Uning lewliri niluper, Ular suyuq murmekkini témitidu;
His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Uning qolliri altun turubilar, Ichige béril yaqutlar quyulghan. Qorsiqi neqishlik pil chishliridin yasalghan, Kök yaqutlar bilen bézelgen.
His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.
15 Uning putliri mermer tüwrükler, Altun üstige tiklen’gen. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidek, Kédir derexliridek körkem-heywetliktur.
His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
16 Uning aghzi bekmu shérindur; Berheq, u pütünley güzeldur; Bu méning söyümlüküm, — Berheq, bu méning amriqim, I Yérusalém qizliri!»
His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
