Küylǝrning küyi 4
1 «Mana, sǝn güzǝl, sɵyümlüküm! Mana, sǝn güzǝl! Qümpǝrdǝng kǝynidǝ kɵzliring pahtǝklǝrdǝk ikǝn, Qaqliring Gilead teƣi baƣrida yatⱪan bir top ɵqkilǝrdǝktur.
How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2 Qixliring yengila yuyuluxtin qiⱪⱪan ⱪirⱪilƣan bir top ⱪoylardǝk; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi ⱪoxkezǝk tuƣⱪanlardin, Ular arisida ⱨeqbiri kǝm ǝmǝstur.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
3 Lǝwliring pǝrǝng tal yiptǝk, Gǝpliring yeⱪimliⱪtur; Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Boynung bolsa, Ⱪoralhana boluxⱪa tǝyyarliƣan Dawutning munaridǝktur, Uning üstigǝ ming ⱪalⱪan esiⱪliⱪtur; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Ikki kɵksüng huddi ikki maraldur, Nilupǝr arisida ozuⱪliniwatⱪan jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezǝkliridǝktur;
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Tang atⱪuqǝ, Kɵlǝnggilǝr ⱪeqip yoⱪiƣuqǝ, Mǝn ɵzümni murmǝkkǝ teƣiƣa, Mǝstiki dɵngigǝ elip ketimǝn.
Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Sǝn pütünlǝy güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Sǝndǝ ⱨeq daƣ yoⱪtur».
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
8 «Liwandin mǝn bilǝn kǝlgin, i jɵrǝm, Mǝn bilǝn Liwandin kǝlgin — Amanaⱨ qoⱪⱪisidin ⱪara, Senir ⱨǝm Ⱨǝrmon qoⱪⱪiliridin, Yǝni xirlar uwiliridin, Yilpizlarning taƣliridin ⱪara!»
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 «Sǝn kɵnglümni alamǝt sɵyündürdüng, i singlim, i jɵrǝm, Kɵzüngning bir lǝp ⱪilip ⱪarixi bilǝn, Boynungdiki marjanning bir tal ⱨalⱪisi bilǝn, Kɵnglümni sɵyündürdüng.
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
10 Sening muⱨǝbbiting nemidegǝn güzǝl, I singlim, i jɵrǝm! Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliring xarabtin xunqǝ xerin! Sening ǝtirliringning puriⱪi ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ tetitⱪudin pǝyzidur!
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
11 Lǝwliring, i jɵrǝm, ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikidǝk temitidu, Tiling astida bal wǝ süt bar; Kiyim-keqǝkliringning puriⱪi Liwanning puriⱪidur;
Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
12 Sǝn peqǝtlǝngǝn bir baƣdursǝn, i singlim, i jɵrǝm! Etiklik bir bulaⱪ, yepiⱪliⱪ bir fontandursǝn.
My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13 Xahliring bolsa bir anarliⱪ «Erǝn baƣqisi»dur; Uningda ⱪimmǝtlik mewilǝr, Henǝ sumbul ɵsümlükliri bilǝn,
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
14 Sumbullar wǝ iparlar, Kalamus wǝ ⱪowzaⱪdarqin, Ⱨǝrhil mǝstiki dǝrǝhliri, Murmǝkkǝ, muǝttǝr bilǝn ⱨǝmmǝ esil tetitⱪular bar.
with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15 Baƣlarda bir fontan sǝn, Ⱨayatliⱪ sulirini beridiƣan, Liwandin aⱪidiƣan bir bulaⱪsǝn».
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 «Oyƣan, ximaldiki xamal; Kǝlgin, i jǝnubtiki xamal! Mening beƣim üstidin uqup ɵtkǝy; Xuning bilǝn tetitⱪuliri sirtⱪa puraⱪ qaqidu! Sɵyümlüküm ɵz beƣiƣa kirsun! Ɵzining ⱪimmǝtlik mewilirini yesun!»
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
