Küylǝrning küyi 2
1 Mǝn bolsam Xarun otliⱪidiki zǝpiran, halas; Jilƣilarda ɵskǝn bir nilupǝr, halas!»
As a lily among the thorns,
2 «Tikǝn-jiƣanlar arisidiki nilupǝrdǝk, Mana insan ⱪizliri arisida mening amriⱪim xundaⱪtur!».
So [is] my friend 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 a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
4 U meni xarabhaniƣa elip kirdi; Uning üstümdǝ kɵtürgǝn tuƣi muⱨǝbbǝttur.
He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
5 Meni kixmix poxkallar bilǝn ⱪuwwǝtlǝnglar; Almilar bilǝn meni yengilandurunglar; Qünki muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim;
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.
6 Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida, Uning ong ⱪoli meni silawatidu.
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7 I Yerusalem ⱪizliri, Jǝrǝnlǝr wǝ daladiki marallarning ⱨɵrmiti bilǝn, Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, Muⱨǝbbǝtning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Uni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8 «Sɵyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u keliwatidu! Taƣlardin sǝkrǝp, Edirlardin oynaⱪlap keliwatidu!
The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 «Mening sɵyümlüküm manga sɵz ⱪilip mundaⱪ dedi: — «Ornungdin tur, amriⱪim, mening güzilim, mǝn bilǝn kǝtkin;
My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 Qünki mana, ⱪix ɵtüp kǝtti, Yamƣur yeƣip tügidi, u ketip ⱪaldi;
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.
12 Yǝr yüzidǝ güllǝr kɵründi; Nahxilar sayrax waⱪti kǝldi, Zeminimizda pahtǝkning sadasi anglanmaⱪta;
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
14 Aⱨ mening pahtikim, Ⱪoram tax yeriⱪi iqidǝ, Ⱪiya daldisida, Manga awazingni anglatⱪaysǝn, Qünki awazing xerin, jamaling yeⱪimliⱪtur!»
My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15 «Tülkilǝrni tutuwalayli, Yǝni üzümzarlarni buzƣuqi kiqik tülkilǝrni tutuwalayli; Qünki üzümzarlirimiz qeqǝklimǝktǝ».
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 «Sɵyümlüküm meningkidur, mǝn uningkidurmǝn; U nilupǝrlǝr arisida padisini beⱪiwatidu».
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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 doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
