Küylǝrning küyi 5
1 «Mǝn ɵz beƣimƣa kirdim, Mening singlim, mening jɵrǝm; Murmǝkkǝmni tetitⱪulirim bilǝn yiƣdim, Ⱨǝrǝ kɵnikimni ⱨǝsilim bilǝn yedim; Xarabimni sütlirim bilǝn iqtim». «Dostlirim, yǝnglar! Iqinglar, kɵnglünglǝr haliƣanqǝ iqinglar, i axiⱪ-mǝxuⱪlar!»
I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!
2 «Mǝn uhlawatattim, biraⱪ kɵnglüm oyƣaⱪ idi: — — Sɵyümlükümning awazi! Mana, u ixikni ⱪeⱪiwatidu: — — «Manga eqip bǝr, i singlim, i amriⱪim; Mening pahtikim, mening ƣubarsizim; Qünki bexim xǝbnǝm bilǝn, Qaqlirim keqidiki nǝmlik bilǝn ⱨɵl-ⱨɵl bolup kǝtti!»
Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
3 «Mǝn tɵxǝk kiyimlirimni seliwǝtkǝn, Ⱪandaⱪmu uni yǝnǝ kiyiwalay? Mǝn putlirimni yudum, Ⱪandaⱪmu ularni yǝnǝ bulƣay?»
I replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”
4 Sɵyümlüküm ⱪolini ixik tɵxükidin tiⱪti; Mening iq-baƣrilirim uningƣa tǝlmürüp kǝtti;
My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.
5 Sɵyümlükümgǝ eqixⱪa ⱪoptum; Ⱪollirimdin murmǝkki, Barmaⱪlirimdin suyuⱪ murmǝkki temidi, Taⱪaⱪning tutⱪuqliri üstigǝ temidi;
I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.
6 Sɵyümlükümgǝ aqtim; Biraⱪ sɵyümlüküm burulup, ketip ⱪalƣanidi. U sɵz ⱪilƣanda roⱨim qiⱪip kǝtkǝnidi; Uni izdidim, biraⱪ tapalmidim; Uni qaⱪirdim, biraⱪ u jawab bǝrmidi;
I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.
7 Xǝⱨǝrni aylinidiƣan jesǝkqilǝr meni uqritip meni urdi, meni yarilandurdi; Sepillardiki kɵzǝtqilǝr qümpǝrdǝmni mǝndin tartiwaldi.
The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.
8 I Yerusalem ⱪizliri, sɵyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uningƣa nemǝ dǝysilǝr? Uningƣa, sɵygining: «Mǝn muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim! — dedi, dǝnglar».
Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.
9 «Sening sɵyümlüküngning baxⱪa bir sɵyümlüktin ⱪandaⱪ artuⱪ yeri bar, I, ayallar arisidiki ǝng güzili? Sening sɵyümlüküngning baxⱪa bir sɵyümlüktin ⱪandaⱪ artuⱪ yeri bar? — Sǝn bizgǝ xundaⱪ tapiliƣanƣu?».
Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?
10 «Mening sɵyümlüküm ap’aⱪ wǝ parⱪiraⱪ, yürǝklik ǝzimǝt, On ming arisida tuƣdǝk kɵrünǝrliktur;
My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!
11 Uning bexi sap altundindur, Budur qaqliri atning yaylidǝk, Taƣ ⱪaƣisidǝk ⱪara.
His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.
12 Uning kɵzliri eⱪinlar boyidiki pahtǝklǝrdǝk, Süt bilǝn yuyulƣan, Yarixiⱪida ⱪoyulƣan;
His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.
13 Uning mǝngziliri bir tǝxtǝk puraⱪliⱪ ɵsümlüktǝktur; Ayniƣan yeⱪimliⱪ güllüktǝk; Uning lǝwliri nilupǝr, Ular suyuⱪ murmǝkkini temitidu;
His cheeks are like a flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.
14 Uning ⱪolliri altun turubilar, Iqigǝ beril yaⱪutlar ⱪuyulƣan. Ⱪorsiⱪi nǝⱪixlik pil qixliridin yasalƣan, Kɵk yaⱪutlar bilǝn bezǝlgǝn.
His arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.
15 Uning putliri mǝrmǝr tüwrüklǝr, Altun üstigǝ tiklǝngǝn. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidǝk, Kedir dǝrǝhliridǝk kɵrkǝm-ⱨǝywǝtliktur.
His legs are columns of alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.
16 Uning aƣzi bǝkmu xerindur; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, u pütünlǝy güzǝldur; Bu mening sɵyümlüküm, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bu mening amriⱪim, I Yerusalem ⱪizliri!»
His mouth is the sweetest ever; he is totally desirable! This is my love, my friend, women of Jerusalem.
