Küylǝrning küyi 2
1 Mǝn bolsam Xarun otliⱪidiki zǝpiran, halas; Jilƣilarda ɵskǝn bir nilupǝr, halas!»
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 «Tikǝn-jiƣanlar arisidiki nilupǝrdǝk, Mana insan ⱪizliri arisida mening amriⱪim xundaⱪtur!».
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 «Ormandiki dǝrǝhlǝr arisida ɵskǝn alma dǝrihidǝk, Oƣul balilar arisididur mening amriⱪim. Uning sayisi astida dilim alǝmqǝ sɵyünüp olturdum; Uning mewisi manga xerin tetidi;
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 U meni xarabhaniƣa elip kirdi; Uning üstümdǝ kɵtürgǝn tuƣi muⱨǝbbǝttur.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Meni kixmix poxkallar bilǝn ⱪuwwǝtlǝnglar; Almilar bilǝn meni yengilandurunglar; Qünki muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim;
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida, Uning ong ⱪoli meni silawatidu.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 I Yerusalem ⱪizliri, Jǝrǝnlǝr wǝ daladiki marallarning ⱨɵrmiti bilǝn, Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, Muⱨǝbbǝtning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Uni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 «Sɵyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u keliwatidu! Taƣlardin sǝkrǝp, Edirlardin oynaⱪlap keliwatidu!
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 Mening sɵyümlüküm jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝktur; Mana, u bizning ɵyning temining kǝynidǝ turidu; U derizilǝrdin ⱪaraydu, U pǝnjirǝ-pǝnjirilǝrdin marap baⱪidu».
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 «Mening sɵyümlüküm manga sɵz ⱪilip mundaⱪ dedi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriⱪim, mening güzilim, mǝn bilǝn kǝtkin;
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 Qünki mana, ⱪix ɵtüp kǝtti, Yamƣur yeƣip tügidi, u ketip ⱪaldi;
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 Yǝr yüzidǝ güllǝr kɵründi; Nahxilar sayrax waⱪti kǝldi, Zeminimizda pahtǝkning sadasi anglanmaⱪta;
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 Ənjür dǝrihi ⱪixliⱪ ǝnjürlirini pixurmaⱪta, Üzüm talliri qeqǝklǝp ɵz puriⱪini qaqmaⱪta; Ornungdin tur, mening amriⱪim, mening güzilim, mǝn bilǝn kǝtkin!
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14 Aⱨ mening pahtikim, Ⱪoram tax yeriⱪi iqidǝ, Ⱪiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatⱪaysǝn, Qünki awazing xerin, jamaling yeⱪimliⱪtur!»
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 «Tülkilǝrni tutuwalayli, Yǝni üzümzarlarni buzƣuqi kiqik tülkilǝrni tutuwalayli; Qünki üzümzarlirimiz qeqǝklimǝktǝ».
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 «Sɵyümlüküm meningkidur, mǝn uningkidurmǝn; U nilupǝrlǝr arisida padisini beⱪiwatidu».
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 «Tang atⱪuqǝ, Kɵlǝnggilǝr ⱪeqip yoⱪiƣuqǝ, Manga ⱪarap burulup kǝlgin, i sɵyümlüküm, Ⱨijranliⱪ taƣliri üstidin sǝkrǝp kelidiƣan jǝrǝn yaki buƣidǝk bolƣin!».
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
