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 look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
2 Qixliring yengila yuyuluxtin qiⱪⱪan ⱪirⱪilƣan bir top ⱪoylardǝk; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi ⱪoxkezǝk tuƣⱪanlardin, Ular arisida ⱨeqbiri kǝm ǝmǝstur.
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
3 Lǝwliring pǝrǝng tal yiptǝk, Gǝpliring yeⱪimliⱪtur; Qümbiling kǝynidǝ qekiliring parqǝ anardur.
Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
4 Boynung bolsa, Ⱪoralhana boluxⱪa tǝyyarliƣan Dawutning munaridǝktur, Uning üstigǝ ming ⱪalⱪan esiⱪliⱪtur; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi palwanlarning siparliridur.
Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
5 Ikki kɵksüng huddi ikki maraldur, Nilupǝr arisida ozuⱪliniwatⱪan jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezǝkliridǝktur;
Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
6 Tang atⱪuqǝ, Kɵlǝnggilǝr ⱪeqip yoⱪiƣuqǝ, Mǝn ɵzümni murmǝkkǝ teƣiƣa, Mǝstiki dɵngigǝ elip ketimǝn.
Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
7 Sǝn pütünlǝy güzǝl, i sɵyümlüküm, Sǝndǝ ⱨeq daƣ yoⱪtur».
You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
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 from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
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 stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
10 Sening muⱨǝbbiting nemidegǝn güzǝl, I singlim, i jɵrǝm! Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliring xarabtin xunqǝ xerin! Sening ǝtirliringning puriⱪi ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ tetitⱪudin pǝyzidur!
How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
11 Lǝwliring, i jɵrǝm, ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikidǝk temitidu, Tiling astida bal wǝ süt bar; Kiyim-keqǝkliringning puriⱪi Liwanning puriⱪidur;
Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Sǝn peqǝtlǝngǝn bir baƣdursǝn, i singlim, i jɵrǝm! Etiklik bir bulaⱪ, yepiⱪliⱪ bir fontandursǝn.
My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
13 Xahliring bolsa bir anarliⱪ «Erǝn baƣqisi»dur; Uningda ⱪimmǝtlik mewilǝr, Henǝ sumbul ɵsümlükliri bilǝn,
Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
14 Sumbullar wǝ iparlar, Kalamus wǝ ⱪowzaⱪdarqin, Ⱨǝrhil mǝstiki dǝrǝhliri, Murmǝkkǝ, muǝttǝr bilǝn ⱨǝmmǝ esil tetitⱪular bar.
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
15 Baƣlarda bir fontan sǝn, Ⱨayatliⱪ sulirini beridiƣan, Liwandin aⱪidiƣan bir bulaⱪsǝn».
You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream 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!»
Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
