Küylerning küyi 1
1 «Küylerning küyi» — Sulaymanning küyi.
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 «U otluq aghzi bilen méni söysun; Chünki séning muhebbiting sharabtin shérindur.
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 Xushpuraqtur séning etirliring; Quyulghan puraqliq may séning namingdur; Shunglashqa qizlar séni söyidu. Könglümni özüngge mehliya qilghaysen — Biz sanga egiship yügüreyli! — Padishah méni öz hujrilirigha ekirgey!»
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
4 «Biz sendin xushal bolup shadlinimiz; Séning muhebbetliringni sharabtin artuq eslep teripleymiz».
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 «Ular séni durusluq bilen söyidu». — «Qara tenlik bolghinim bilen chirayliqmen, i Yérusalém qizliri! Berheq, Kédarliqlarning chédirliridek, Sulaymanning perdiliridek qarimen.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Manga tikilip qarimanglar, Chünki qaridurmen, Chünki aptap méni köydürdi; Anamning oghulliri mendin renjigen; Shunga ular méni üzümzarlarni baqquchi qildi; Shunga öz üzümzarimni baqalmighanmen».
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
7 «Hey, jénim söyginim, dégine, Padangni qeyerde baqisen? Uni kün qiyamida qeyerde aram alghuzisen? Hemrahliringning padiliri yénida chümperdilik ayallardek yürüshümning néme hajiti?»
Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
8 «I qiz-ayallar arisidiki eng güzili, eger sen buni bilmiseng, Padamning basqan izlirini bésip méngip, Padichining chédiri yénida öz oghlaqliringni ozuqlandurghin».
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 «I söyümlüküm, men séni Pirewnning jeng harwilirigha qétilghan bir baytalgha oxshattim;
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Séning mengziliring tizilghan munchaqlar bilen, Boynung marjanlar bilen güzeldur.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 Biz sanga kümüsh közler quyulghan, Altundin zibu-zinnetlerni yasap bérimiz».
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 «Padishah toy dastixinida olturghinida, sumbul melhimim puraq chachidu;
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 Méning söyümlüküm, u manga bir monek murmekkidur, U kökslirim arisida qonup qalidu;
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 Méning söyümlüküm manga En-Gedidiki üzümzarlarda ösken bir ghunche xéne gülidektur».
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 «Mana, sen güzel, amriqim! Mana, sen shundaq güzel! Közliring paxteklerningkidektur!»
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 «Mana, sen güzel, söyümlüküm; Berheq, yéqimliq ikensen; Bizning orun-körpimiz yéshildur;
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
17 Öyimizdiki limlar kédir derixidin, Wasilirimiz archilardindur.
The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
