Küylerning küyi 8
1 «Ah, apamning köksini shorighan inimdek bolsang’idi! Séni talada uchritar bolsam, söyettim, We héchkim méni kemsitmeytti.
Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
2 Men séni yétekleyttim, Apangning öyige élip kirettim; Sen manga telim béretting; Men sanga tétitqu sharabidin ichküzettim; Anarlirimning sherbitidin ichküzettim.
I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 Uning sol qoli béshim astida bolatti, Uning ong qoli méni silaytti!».
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4 «Silerge tapilaymenki, i Yérusalém qizliri — «Uning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Siler muhebbetni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5 «Daladin chiqiwatqan bu zadi kim? Öz söyümlükige yölinip?» «Men alma derixi astida séni oyghatqanidim; Ashu yerde apang tolghaq yep séni dunyagha chiqarghanidi; Ashu yerde séni tughquchi tolghaq yep séni chiqarghanidi».
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
6 «Méni könglüngge möhürdek, Bilikingge möhürdek basqaysen; Chünki muhebbet ölümdek küchlüktur; Muhebbetning qizghinishi tehtisaradek rehimsiz; Uningdin chiqqan ot uchqunliri, — Yahning dehshetlik bir yalqunidur! (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (Sheol h7585)
7 Köp sular muhebbetni öchürelmeydu; Kelkünler uni gherq qilalmaydu; Birsi: «Öy-teelluqatlirimning hemmisini bérip muhebbetke érishimen» dése, Undaqta u adem kishining neziridin pütünley chüshüp kétidu».
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
8 «Bizning kichik singlimiz bardur, Biraq uning köksi yoqtur; Singlimizgha elchiler kelgen künide biz uning üchün néme qilimiz?»
We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 «Eger u sépil bolsa, Biz uninggha kümüsh munar salimiz; Eger u ishik bolsa, Biz uni kédir taxtaylar bilen qaplaymiz».
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10 «Özüm bir sépildurmen, Hem méning köksilirim munarlardektur; Shunga men uning köz aldida xatirjemlik tapqan birsidek boldum».
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 «Sulaymanning Baal-Hamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baghwenlerge ijarige berdi; Ularning hemmisi méwisi üchün ming tengge apirip bérishi kérek idi;
Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12 Özümning üzümzarim mana méning aldimda turidu; Uning ming tenggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Shuningdek ikki yüz tengge méwisini baqquchilargha bolsun».
My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 «Hey baghlarda turghuchi, Hemrahlar awazingni anglighusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatquzghaysen».
The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 «I söyümlüküm, téz bole, Jeren yaki yash bughidek bol, Tétitqular taghliri üstide yügürüp!»
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
