Küylerning küyi 6
1 «Séning söyümlüküng nege ketkendu, Qiz-ayallar arisida eng güzel bolghuchi? Séning söyümlüküng qeyerge burulup ketti? Biz sen bilen bille uni izdeyli!»
Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
2 «Méning söyümlüküm öz béghigha chüshti, Tétitqu otyashliqlargha chüshti. Baghlarda ozuqlinishqa, Niluperlerni yighishqa chüshti.
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3 Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, We söyümlüküm méningkidur; U öz padisini niluperler arisida baqidu»
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
4 «Sen güzel, i söyümlüküm, Tirzah shehiridek güzel; Yérusalémdek yéqimliq, Tughlarni kötürgen bir qoshundek heywetliktursen;
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
5 Ah, közliringni mendin ketküzgin! Chünki ular méning üstümdin ghalib kéliwatidu; Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
6 Chishliring yéngila yuyulushtin chiqqan qirqilghan bir top qoylardek; Ularning hemmisi qoshkézek tughqanlardindur; Ular arisida héchbiri kem emestur;
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
7 Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
8 Atmish xanish, seksen kénizekmu bar; Qizlar sanaqsiz;
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 Biraq méning paxtikim, ghubarsizim bolsa birdinbirdur; Anisidin tughulghanlar ichide tengdashsiz bolghuchi, Özini tughquchining tallighinidur. Qizlar uni körüp, uni bextlik dep atashti, Xanishlar we kénizeklermu körüp uni maxtashti».
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10 «Tang seher jahan’gha qarighandek, Aydek güzel, aydingdek roshen, Illiq quyashtek yoruq, Tughlarni kötürgen qoshunlardek heywetlik bolghuchi kimdur?»
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
11 «Méghizlar béghigha chüshtüm, Jilghidiki gül-giyahlarni körüshke, Üzüm télining bixlighan-bixlimighanliqini körüshke, Anarlarning chéchekligen-chécheklimigenlikini körüshke;
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
12 Biraq bile-bilmey, Jénim méni kötürüp, Ésil xelqimning jeng harwiliri üstige qoyghaniken».
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
13 «Qaytqin, qaytqin, i Shulamit — Qaytqin, qaytqin, bizning sanga qarighumiz bardur!» «Siler Shulamitning némisige qarighunglar bar?» «“Ikki bargah” ussulgha chüshken waqtidikidek uninggha qaraymiz!»
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
