< Pǝnd-nǝsiⱨǝtlǝr 23 >
1 Katta ǝrbab bilǝn ⱨǝmdastihan bolsang, Aldingdiki kim ikǝnlikini obdan oylan.
When you take your seat at the feast with a ruler, give thought with care to what is before you;
2 Ixtiying yaman bolsa, Gelingƣa piqaⱪ tǝnglǝp turƣandǝk ɵzüngni tart.
And put a knife to your throat, if you have a strong desire for food.
3 Uning nazunemǝtlirini tama ⱪilma, Ular adǝm aldaydiƣan tamaⱪlardur.
Have no desire for his delicate food, for it is the bread of deceit.
4 Bay bolimǝn dǝp ɵzüngni upratma; Ɵzüngning zeⱨningni bu ixⱪa ⱪaratma.
Take no care to get wealth; let there be an end to your desire for money.
5 [Bayliⱪlarƣa] kɵz tikixing bilǝnla, ular yoⱪ bolidu; Pul-mal dǝrwǝⱪǝ ɵzigǝ ⱪanat yasap, Huddi bürküttǝk asmanƣa uqup ketǝr.
Are your eyes lifted up to it? it is gone: for wealth takes to itself wings, like an eagle in flight up to heaven.
6 Aq kɵzning nenini yemǝ, Uning esil nazunemǝtlirini tama ⱪilma;
Do not take the food of him who has an evil eye, or have any desire for his delicate meat:
7 Qünki uning kɵngli ⱪandaⱪ bolƣandǝk, ɵzimu xundaⱪ. U aƣzida: — Ⱪeni, alsila, iqsilǝ! — desimu, Biraⱪ kɵnglidǝ seni oyliƣini yoⱪ.
For as the thoughts of his heart are, so is he: Take food and drink, he says to you; but his heart is not with you.
8 Yegǝn bir yutum taamnimu ⱪusuwetisǝn, Uningƣa ⱪilƣan qirayliⱪ sɵzliringmu bikarƣa kǝtkǝn bolidu.
The food which you have taken will come up again, and your pleasing words will be wasted.
9 Əhmǝⱪⱪǝ yol kɵrsitip salma, Qünki u ǝⱪil sɵzliringni kɵzgǝ ilmas.
Say nothing in the hearing of a foolish man, for he will put no value on the wisdom of your words.
10 Ⱪǝdimdǝ bekitkǝn yǝrning pasil taxlirini yɵtkimǝ, Yetimlarning etizliriƣimu ayaƣ basma;
Do not let the landmark of the widow be moved, and do not go into the fields of those who have no father;
11 Qünki ularning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqisi intayin küqlüktur; U Ɵzi ular üqün üstüngdin dǝwa ⱪilar.
For their saviour is strong, and he will take up their cause against you.
12 Nǝsiⱨǝtkǝ kɵngül ⱪoy, Ilim-bilimlǝrgǝ ⱪulaⱪ sal.
Give your heart to teaching, and your ears to the words of knowledge.
13 Balangƣa tǝrbiyǝ berixtin erinmǝ; Əgǝr tayaⱪ bilǝn ursang, u ɵlüp kǝtmǝydu;
Do not keep back training from the child: for even if you give him blows with the rod, it will not be death to him.
14 Sǝn uni tayaⱪ bilǝn ursang, Bǝlkim uni tǝⱨtisaradin ⱪutⱪuziwalisǝn. (Sheol )
Give him blows with the rod, and keep his soul safe from the underworld. (Sheol )
15 I oƣlum, dana bolsang, Mening ⱪǝlbim ⱪanqǝ hux bolar idi!
My son, if your heart becomes wise, I, even I, will be glad in heart;
16 Aƣzingda orunluⱪ sɵzlǝr bolsa, iq-iqimdin xadlinimǝn.
And my thoughts in me will be full of joy when your lips say right things.
17 Gunaⱨ sadir ⱪilƣuqilarƣa rǝxk ⱪilma, Ⱨǝrdaim Pǝrwǝrdigardin ǝyminixtǝ turƣin;
Have no envy of sinners in your heart, but keep in the fear of the Lord all through the day;
18 Xundaⱪ ⱪilƣiningda jǝzmǝn kɵridiƣan yahxi kününg bolidu, Arzu-ümiding bikarƣa kǝtmǝs.
For without doubt there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off.
19 I oƣlum, sɵzümgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selip dana bol, Ⱪǝlbingni [Hudaning] yoliƣa baxliƣin.
Give ear, my son, and be wise, guiding your heart in the right way.
20 Mǝyhorlarƣa arilaxma, Nǝpsi yaman gɵxhorlar bilǝn bardi-kǝldi ⱪilma;
Do not be among those who give themselves to wine-drinking, or among those who make themselves full with meat:
21 Qünki ⱨaraⱪkǝx bilǝn nǝpsi yaman ahirida yoⱪsulluⱪta ⱪalar, Ƣǝplǝt uyⱪusiƣa patⱪanlarƣa jǝndǝ kiyimni kiygüzǝr.
For those who take delight in drink and feasting will come to be in need; and through love of sleep a man will be poorly clothed.
22 Seni tapⱪan atangning sɵzini angla, Anang ⱪeriƣanda uningƣa ⱨɵrmǝtsizlik ⱪilma.
Give ear to your father whose child you are, and do not keep honour from your mother when she is old.
23 Ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni setiwal, Uni ⱨǝrgiz setiwǝtmǝ. Danaliⱪ, tǝrbiyǝ wǝ yorutuluxnimu al.
Get for yourself that which is true, and do not let it go for money; get wisdom and teaching and good sense.
24 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy balining atisi qong huxalliⱪ tapar; Dana oƣulni tapⱪan atisi uningdin hursǝn bolar.
The father of the upright man will be glad, and he who has a wise child will have joy because of him.
25 Ata-anangni sɵyündürüp, Seni tuƣⱪan anangni hux ⱪil.
Let your father and your mother be glad, let her who gave you birth have joy.
26 I oƣlum, ⱪǝlbingni manga tapxur; Kɵzliringmu ⱨayatliⱪ yollirimƣa tikilsun!
My son, give me your heart, and let your eyes take delight in my ways.
27 Qünki paⱨixǝ ayal qongⱪur oridur, Buzuⱪ yat ayal tar zindandur;
For a loose woman is a deep hollow, and a strange woman is a narrow water-hole.
28 Ular ⱪaraⱪqidǝk mɵküwelip, Insaniyǝt arisidiki wapasizlarni kɵpǝytǝr.
Yes, she is waiting secretly like a beast for its food, and deceit by her is increased among men.
29 Kimdǝ azab bar? Kimdǝ dǝrd-ǝlǝm? Kim jedǝl iqidǝ ⱪalar? Kim nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürǝr? Kim sǝwǝbsiz yarilinar? Kimning kɵzi ⱪizirip ketǝr?
Who says, Oh! who says, Ah! who has violent arguments, who has grief, who has wounds without cause, whose eyes are dark?
30 Dǝl xarab üstidǝ uzun olturƣan, Əbjǝx xarabtin tetixⱪa aldiriƣan mǝyhorlar!
Those who are seated late over the wine: those who go looking for mixed wine.
31 Xarabning ajayib ⱪizilliⱪiƣa, uning jamdiki julaliⱪiƣa, Kixining gelidin xundaⱪ siliⱪ ɵtkǝnlikigǝ mǝptun bolup ⱪalma!
Keep your eyes from looking on the wine when it is red, when its colour is bright in the cup, when it goes smoothly down:
32 Ahirida u zǝⱨǝrlik yilandǝk qeⱪiwalidu, Oⱪ yilandǝk nǝxtirini sanjiydu.
In the end, its bite is like that of a snake, its wound like the wound of a poison-snake.
33 Kɵz aldingda ƣǝlitǝ mǝnzirilǝr kɵrünidu, Aƣzingdin ⱪalaymiⱪan sɵzlǝr qiⱪidu.
Your eyes will see strange things, and you will say twisted things.
34 Huddi dengiz-okyanlarda lǝylǝp ⱪalƣandǝk, Yǝlkǝnlik kemining moma yaƣiqi üstidǝ yatⱪandǝk bolisǝn.
Yes, you will be like him who takes his rest on the sea, or on the top of a sail-support.
35 Sǝn qoⱪum: — Birsi meni urdi, lekin mǝn yarilanmidim! Birsi meni tayaⱪ bilǝn urdi, biraⱪ aƣriⱪini sǝzmidim!» — dǝysǝn. Biraⱪ sǝn yǝnǝ: «Ⱨoxumƣa kǝlsǝmla, mǝn yǝnila xarabni izdǝymǝn! — dǝysǝn.
They have overcome me, you will say, and I have no pain; they gave me blows without my feeling them: when will I be awake from my wine? I will go after it again.