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1 Mǝn ǝgǝrdǝ bu dunyadiki kixilǝr sɵzlǝwatⱪan ⱨǝrhil tillar ⱨǝtta pǝrixtilǝrning tilliri bilǝnmu sɵzliyǝlǝydiƣan bolsammu, biraⱪ mǝn meⱨir-muⱨǝbbǝtsiz bolsam, u qaƣda mǝn pǝⱪǝt bir «dang-dang» ⱪilidiƣan mis dang, bir «qang-qang» ⱪilidiƣan qang bolup ⱪalimǝn, halas.
Though I speak in the ‘tongues’ of men, or even of angels, yet have not Love, I have become mere echoing brass, or a clanging cymbal!
2 Əgǝr mǝn pǝyƣǝmbǝrlik ⱪilalisam, barliⱪ sirlar, barliⱪ bilimlǝrni qüxinip bolƣan bolsammu, ⱨǝm xuning bilǝn bir waⱪitta taƣlarni yɵtkiyǝligüdǝk toluⱪ ixǝnqtǝ bolsammu, ǝmma mǝndǝ meⱨir-muⱨǝbbǝt bolmisa, undaⱪta mǝn ⱨeqnǝrsǝ bolmiƣan bolimǝn.
Even though I have the gift of preaching, and fathom all hidden truths and all the depths of knowledge; even though I have such faith as might move mountains, yet have not Love, I am nothing!
3 Əgǝr barliⱪ mal-mülkümni sǝdiⱪigǝ atap ⱨǝm tenimni [Hudaning yolida] ⱪurbanliⱪ süpitidǝ kɵydürülüxkǝ sunƣan tǝƣdirdimu, ǝmma mǝndǝ yǝnila meⱨir-muⱨǝbbǝt bolmisa, undaⱪta mening ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ paydam yoⱪ bolƣan bolidu.
Even though I dole my substance to the poor, even though I sacrifice my body, that I may boast, yet have not Love, it avails me nothing!
4 Muⱨǝbbǝt sǝwr-taⱪǝtlik bolux ⱨǝm meⱨribanliⱪtur; Muⱨǝbbǝt ⱨǝsǝthorluⱪ ⱪilmaydu: Muⱨǝbbǝt ɵzini mahtimaydu, Tǝkǝbburluⱪ ⱪilmaydu,
Love is long-suffering, and kind; Love is never envious, never boastful, never conceited, never behaves unbecomingly;
5 Nomussizliⱪ ⱪilmaydu, Ɵz mǝnpǝǝtini kɵzlǝp yürmǝydu, Teriktürülmǝydu, Kɵnglidǝ ɵqmǝnlik saⱪlimaydu;
love is never self-seeking, never provoked, never reckons up her wrongs;
6 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysizliⱪtin huxal bolmaydu, Bǝlki ǝmǝliyǝttin, ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝttin huxal bolidu;
love never rejoices at evil, but rejoices in the triumph of Truth;
7 ⱨǝmmǝ ixta ⱪorsiⱪi kǝnglik ⱪilidu, ⱨǝmmigǝ yüzlinip [Hudaƣa] ixinidu, ⱨǝmmǝ ixⱪa ümid baƣlaydu, ⱨǝmmigǝ qidaydu.
love bears with all things, every trustful, ever hopeful, ever patient.
8 Meⱨir-muⱨǝbbǝt ⱨǝrgiz ahirlaxmaydu. Bexarǝtlǝr bolsa, karƣa kǝlmǝydu: «namǝlum tillar» bolsa, tügǝydu: [mɵjizilik] bilimlǝrmu karƣa kǝlmǝydu.
Love never fails. But, whether it be the gift of preaching, it will be done with; whether it be the gift of ‘tongues,’ it will cease; whether it be knowledge, it, too, will be done with.
9 Qünki bizning bilidiƣanlirimiz ⱪismǝn, bexarǝt beridiƣanlirimiz ⱪismǝn;
For our knowledge is incomplete, and our preaching is incomplete,
10 lekin mukǝmmǝllik kǝlgǝndǝ, ⱪismǝnlik yoⱪilidu.
but, when the Perfect has come, that which is incomplete will be done with.
11 Mǝn kiqikimdǝ balilarqǝ sɵzlidim, balilarqǝ oylidim, balilarqǝ ⱨesablidim; qong bolƣinimda, mǝn baliliⱪni taxlidim.
When I was a child, I talked as a child, I felt as a child, I reasoned as a child; now that I am a man, I have done with childish ways.
12 Qünki biz ⱨazir bir tutuⱪ derizidin müjmǝl ⱨalda kɵrimiz, lekin xu qaƣda yüzmuyüz kɵrimiz: Ⱨazir mǝn ⱪismǝn tonuymǝn, xu qaƣda mǝn [Huda] meni tonup keliwatⱪandǝk tonuymǝn.
As yet we see, in a mirror, dimly, but then — face to face! As yet my knowledge is incomplete, but then I shall know in full, as I have been fully known.
13 Ⱨazir ixǝnq, ümid, meⱨir-muⱨǝbbǝttin ibarǝt bu üq nǝrsǝ turuptu; bulardin ǝng üstün turidiƣini meⱨir-muⱨǝbbǝttur.
Meanwhile Faith, Hope, and Love endure — these three, but the greatest of these is Love.
