Ⱨekmǝt topliƣuqi 10
1 Huddi ɵlük qiwinlǝr ǝttarning ǝtirini sesitiwetidiƣandǝk, azraⱪⱪinǝ ǝhmǝⱪliⱪ tarazida danaliⱪ wǝ izzǝt-ⱨɵrmǝttinmu eƣir tohtaydu.
Dead flies, cause to stink [and] ferment, the oil of the perfumer, —More costly than wisdom or honour, is a little folly.
2 Danaliⱪning kɵngli ongƣa mayil, ǝhmǝⱪningki solƣa.
The sense of the wise, is on his right hand, —But, the sense of the dullard, on his left:
3 Əhmǝⱪ kixi ⱨǝtta yolda mengiwatⱪandimu, uning ǝⱪli kǝm bolƣaqⱪa, u ǝhmǝⱪ ikǝnlikini ⱨǝmmigǝ ayan ⱪilidu.
Yea, even by the way, as the foolish man walketh along, his sense faileth him—and he telleth everyone that, foolish, is he!
4 Ⱨɵkümdarning sanga aqqiⱪi kǝlsǝ, ornungdin istepa bǝrmǝ; qünki tinq-sǝwriqanliⱪ hata-sǝwǝnliktin bolƣan zor hapiliⱪni tinqitidu.
If, the spirit of a ruler, riseth up against thee, thy place, do not leave, for gentleness, pacifieth such as have greatly erred.
5 Ⱪuyax astida yaman bir ixni kɵrdumki, u ⱨɵkümdardin qiⱪⱪan bir hata ixtur —
Here was a misfortune I had seen under the sun, —a veritable mistake that was going forth from the presence of one who had power:
6 ǝhmǝⱪlǝr yuⱪiri mǝnsǝptǝ, xuning bilǝn tǝng baylar pǝs orunda olturidu;
Folly placed in great dignity, —while, the rich, in a low place, took their seat:
7 mǝn ⱪullarning atⱪa mingǝnlikini, ǝmirlǝrning ⱪullardǝk piyadǝ mangƣanliⱪini kɵrdum.
I had seen, servants, upon horses, —and, rulers, walking like servants, on the ground.
8 Orini koliƣan kixi uningƣa yiⱪilixi mumkin; tamni buzƣan kixini yilan qeⱪixi mumkin;
He that diggeth a pit, thereinto, may fall, —and, he that breaketh through a hedge, there may bite him a serpent.
9 taxlarni yɵtkigǝn kixi tax tǝripidin yarilinixi mumkin; otun yaridiƣan kixi hǝwpkǝ uqraydu.
He that removeth stones, may be hurt therewith, —and he that cleaveth wood, may be endangered thereby.
10 Palta gal bolsa, birsi tiƣini bilimisǝ, paltini küqǝp qepixⱪa toƣra kelidu; biraⱪ danaliⱪ adǝmni utuⱪ-muwǝppǝⱪiyǝtkǝ erixtüridu.
If, blunt, be the iron, and, himself, hath not sharpened, the edge, then, much force, must he apply, —but, an advantage for giving success, is wisdom.
11 Yilan oynitilmay turup, yilanqini qaⱪsa, yilanqiƣa nemǝ payda?
If a serpent will bite, unless he is charmed, then there is nothing better for him that owneth a tongue.
12 Dana kixining sɵzliri xǝpⱪǝtliktur; biraⱪ ǝhmǝⱪning lǝwliri ɵzini yutidu.
The words of a wise man’s mouth, are pleasant, —but, the lips of a dullard, will swallow him up:
13 Sɵzlirining bexi ǝhmǝⱪliⱪ, ayiƣi rǝzil tǝlwiliktur;
The beginning of the words of his mouth, is folly, —but, the latter end of his speech, is mischievous madness.
14 ǝmma ǝhmǝⱪ yǝnila gǝpni kɵpǝytidu. Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim kǝlgüsini bilmǝydu; uningdin keyinki ixlarni kim uningƣa eytalisun?
Yet, a foolish man, multiplieth words, —[though] no man knoweth that which hath been, and, that which shall be after him, who can tell him?
15 Əhmǝⱪlǝr japasi bilǝn ɵzlirini upritidu; qünki ular ⱨǝtta xǝⱨǝrgǝ baridiƣan yolnimu bilmǝydu.
The toil of dullards, shall weary a man, that he knoweth not how to go into the city.
16 I zemin, padixaⱨing bala bolsa, ǝmirliring sǝⱨǝrdǝ ziyapǝt ɵtküzsǝ, ⱨalingƣa way!
Alas! for thee, O land, when thy king is a boy, —and, thy rulers, in the morning, do eat:
17 I zemin, padixaⱨing mɵtiwǝrning oƣli bolsa wǝ ǝmirliring kǝyp üqün ǝmǝs, bǝlki ɵzini ⱪuwwǝtlǝx üqün muwapiⱪ waⱪtida ziyapǝt ɵtküzsǝ, bu sening bǝhting!
How happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a son of nobles, —and, thy rulers, in season, do eat, for strength, and not for debauchery.
18 Ⱨurunluⱪtin ɵyning torusi ƣulay dǝp ⱪalidu; ⱪollarning boxluⱪidin ɵydin yamƣur ɵtidu.
By two lazy arms, the framework sinketh in, —and, by the hanging down of the hands, the house may leak.
19 Ziyapǝt külkǝ üqün tǝyyarlinar, xarab ⱨayatni hux ⱪilar; lekin pul ⱨǝmmǝ ixni ⱨǝl ⱪilar!
Merrily people make bread, and, wine, gladdeneth life, —but, money, answereth all things.
20 Padixaⱨⱪa lǝnǝt ⱪilma, ⱨǝtta oyungdimu tillima; ⱨujrangdimu baylarni tillima; qünki asmandiki bir ⱪux awazingni taritidu, bir ⱪanat igisi bu ixni ayan ⱪilidu.
Even in thy thought, do not revile, the king, nor, within thy bed-chambers, revile thou the rich, —for, a bird of the heavens, might carry the voice, yea, an owner of wings, might tell the matter.
