Küylerning küyi 7
1 «I shahzadining qizi, Keshliringde séning qedemliring némidégen güzel! Tolghighan yampashliring göherlerdek, Chéwer hünerwen qolining hüniridur.
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 Kindiking yumulaq bir qedehtur; Uning ebjesh sharabi kem emes; Qorsiqing bughday döwisidur, Etrapigha niluperler olishidu.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Ikki köksüng ikki maraldek, jerenning qoshkézikidur;
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
4 Boynung pil chishliridin yasalghan munardur; Közliring Bat-Rabbim qowuqi boyidiki Heshbon kölchekliridek, Burnung Demeshqqe qaraydighan Liwan munaridektur;
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 Üstüngde béshing Karmel téghidek turidu; Béshingdiki örüme chachliring sösün rengliktur, Padishah büdür chachliringning mehbusidur.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 I söyginim, huzurlar üchün shunche güzel, shunche yéqimliqtursen!
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 Séning boyung palma derixidek, Köksüng üzüm ghunchiliridektur.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Men: — «Palma derixi üstige chiqimen, Shaxlirini tutup yamishimen; Köksiliring derweqe üzüm tal ghunchiliridek, Burnungning puriqi almilardek, tanglayliringning temi eng ésil sharabdektur...».
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 «...méning söyümlükümning gélidin siliq ötüp, Lewler, chishlardin téyilip chüshsun...!
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 Men méning söyümlükümningkidurmen, Uning teqazzasi manga qaritilidu».
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 «I söyümlüküm, kéleyli, Étizlargha chiqayli; Yézilarda tünep kéleyli,
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
12 Üzümzarliqqa chiqishqa baldur orundin turayli, Üzüm tallirining bixlighan-bixlimighanliqini, Chécheklerning échilghan-échilmighanliqini, Anarlarning berq urghan-urmighanliqini köreyli; Ashu yerde muhebbetlirimni sanga béghishlaymen.
Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
13 Muhebbetgüller ashu yerde öz puriqini puritidu; Ishiklirimiz üstide herxil ésil méwe-chiwiler bardur, Yéngi hem konimu bardur; Sen üchün ularni toplap teyyarlidim, i söyümlüküm!»
The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
