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 in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
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 waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! 'Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] 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 do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
4 Söyümlüküm qolini ishik töshükidin tiqti; Méning ich-baghrilirim uninggha telmürüp ketti;
My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
5 Söyümlükümge échishqa qoptum; Qollirimdin murmekki, Barmaqlirimdin suyuq murmekki témidi, Taqaqning tutquchliri üstige témidi;
I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
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 opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew — he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
7 Sheherni aylinidighan jésekchiler méni uchritip méni urdi, méni yarilandurdi; Sépillardiki közetchiler chümperdemni mendin tartiwaldi.
The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
8 I Yérusalém qizliri, söyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uninggha néme deysiler? Uninggha, söygining: «Men muhebbettin zeipliship kettim! — dédi, denglar».
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved — What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick 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] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
10 «Méning söyümlüküm ap’aq we parqiraq, yüreklik ezimet, On ming arisida tughdek körünerliktur;
My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11 Uning béshi sap altundindur, Budur chachliri atning yaylidek, Tagh qaghisidek qara.
His head [is] pure gold — fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
12 Uning közliri éqinlar boyidiki paxteklerdek, Süt bilen yuyulghan, Yarishiqida qoyulghan;
His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
13 Uning mengziliri bir teshtek puraqliq ösümlüktektur; Aynighan yéqimliq güllüktek; Uning lewliri niluper, Ular suyuq murmekkini témitidu;
His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
14 Uning qolliri altun turubilar, Ichige béril yaqutlar quyulghan. Qorsiqi neqishlik pil chishliridin yasalghan, Kök yaqutlar bilen bézelgen.
His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
15 Uning putliri mermer tüwrükler, Altun üstige tiklen’gen. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidek, Kédir derexliridek körkem-heywetliktur.
His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
16 Uning aghzi bekmu shérindur; Berheq, u pütünley güzeldur; Bu méning söyümlüküm, — Berheq, bu méning amriqim, I Yérusalém qizliri!»
His mouth is sweetness — and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
