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!»
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 «Méning söyümlüküm öz béghigha chüshti, Tétitqu otyashliqlargha chüshti. Baghlarda ozuqlinishqa, Niluperlerni yighishqa chüshti.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, We söyümlüküm méningkidur; U öz padisini niluperler arisida baqidu»
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.
4 «Sen güzel, i söyümlüküm, Tirzah shehiridek güzel; Yérusalémdek yéqimliq, Tughlarni kötürgen bir qoshundek heywetliktursen;
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Ah, közliringni mendin ketküzgin! Chünki ular méning üstümdin ghalib kéliwatidu; Chachliring Giléad téghi baghrida yatqan bir top öchkilerdektur.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side 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 ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.
7 Chümbiling keynide chékiliring parche anardur.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 Atmish xanish, seksen kénizekmu bar; Qizlar sanaqsiz;
There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins 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».
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the 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?»
Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 «Méghizlar béghigha chüshtüm, Jilghidiki gül-giyahlarni körüshke, Üzüm télining bixlighan-bixlimighanliqini körüshke, Anarlarning chéchekligen-chécheklimigenlikini körüshke;
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Biraq bile-bilmey, Jénim méni kötürüp, Ésil xelqimning jeng harwiliri üstige qoyghaniken».
Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
13 «Qaytqin, qaytqin, i Shulamit — Qaytqin, qaytqin, bizning sanga qarighumiz bardur!» «Siler Shulamitning némisige qarighunglar bar?» «“Ikki bargah” ussulgha chüshken waqtidikidek uninggha qaraymiz!»
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
