Küylǝrning küyi 4
1 «Mana, sǝn güzǝl, sɵyümlüküm! Mana, sǝn güzǝl! Qümpǝrdǝng kǝynidǝ kɵzliring pahtǝklǝrdǝk ikǝn, Qaqliring Gilead teƣi baƣrida yatⱪan bir top ɵqkilǝrdǝktur.
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of 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 sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
3 Lǝwliring pǝrǝng tal yiptǝk, Gǝpliring yeⱪimliⱪtur; Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
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 made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5 Ikki kɵksüng huddi ikki maraldur, Nilupǝr arisida ozuⱪliniwatⱪan jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezǝkliridǝktur;
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6 Tang atⱪuqǝ, Kɵlǝnggilǝr ⱪeqip yoⱪiƣuqǝ, Mǝn ɵzümni murmǝkkǝ teƣiƣa, Mǝstiki dɵngigǝ elip ketimǝn.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Sǝn pütünlǝy güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Sǝndǝ ⱨeq daƣ yoⱪtur».
You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
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, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places 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 taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10 Sening muⱨǝbbiting nemidegǝn güzǝl, I singlim, i jɵrǝm! Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliring xarabtin xunqǝ xerin! Sening ǝtirliringning puriⱪi ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ tetitⱪudin pǝyzidur!
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11 Lǝwliring, i jɵrǝm, ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikidǝk temitidu, Tiling astida bal wǝ süt bar; Kiyim-keqǝkliringning puriⱪi Liwanning puriⱪidur;
Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Sǝn peqǝtlǝngǝn bir baƣdursǝn, i singlim, i jɵrǝm! Etiklik bir bulaⱪ, yepiⱪliⱪ bir fontandursǝn.
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13 Xahliring bolsa bir anarliⱪ «Erǝn baƣqisi»dur; Uningda ⱪimmǝtlik mewilǝr, Henǝ sumbul ɵsümlükliri bilǝn,
The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
14 Sumbullar wǝ iparlar, Kalamus wǝ ⱪowzaⱪdarqin, Ⱨǝrhil mǝstiki dǝrǝhliri, Murmǝkkǝ, muǝttǝr bilǝn ⱨǝmmǝ esil tetitⱪular bar.
Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 Baƣlarda bir fontan sǝn, Ⱨayatliⱪ sulirini beridiƣan, Liwandin aⱪidiƣan bir bulaⱪsǝn».
You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters 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!»
Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
