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 have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. The friends speaking to the man and the woman Eat, friends; drink and 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!»
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying, “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one, for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the night's dampness.”
3 «Mǝn tɵxǝk kiyimlirimni seliwǝtkǝn, Ⱪandaⱪmu uni yǝnǝ kiyiwalay? Mǝn putlirimni yudum, Ⱪandaⱪmu ularni yǝnǝ bulƣay?»
“I have taken off my robe; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I get them dirty?”
4 Sɵyümlüküm ⱪolini ixik tɵxükidin tiⱪti; Mening iq-baƣrilirim uningƣa tǝlmürüp kǝtti;
My beloved put in his hand through the opening of the door latch, and my heart was stirred up for him.
5 Sɵyümlükümgǝ eqixⱪa ⱪoptum; Ⱪollirimdin murmǝkki, Barmaⱪlirimdin suyuⱪ murmǝkki temidi, Taⱪaⱪning tutⱪuqliri üstigǝ temidi;
I got up to open the door for my beloved; my hands were dripping with myrrh, my fingers with moist myrrh, on the door handle.
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 the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My heart sank when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.
7 Xǝⱨǝrni aylinidiƣan jesǝkqilǝr meni uqritip meni urdi, meni yarilandurdi; Sepillardiki kɵzǝtqilǝr qümpǝrdǝmni mǝndin tartiwaldi.
The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. They struck me and wounded me; the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.
8 I Yerusalem ⱪizliri, sɵyümlükümni tapsanglar, Uningƣa nemǝ dǝysilǝr? Uningƣa, sɵygining: «Mǝn muⱨǝbbǝttin zǝiplixip kǝttim! — dedi, dǝnglar».
I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that if you find my beloved— What will you make known to him?— that I am sick from 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?».
How is your beloved better than another beloved man, most beautiful among women? Why is your beloved better than another beloved, that you ask us to take an oath like this?
10 «Mening sɵyümlüküm ap’aⱪ wǝ parⱪiraⱪ, yürǝklik ǝzimǝt, On ming arisida tuƣdǝk kɵrünǝrliktur;
My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 Uning bexi sap altundindur, Budur qaqliri atning yaylidǝk, Taƣ ⱪaƣisidǝk ⱪara.
His head is the purest gold; his hair is curly and as black as a raven.
12 Uning kɵzliri eⱪinlar boyidiki pahtǝklǝrdǝk, Süt bilǝn yuyulƣan, Yarixiⱪida ⱪoyulƣan;
His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.
13 Uning mǝngziliri bir tǝxtǝk puraⱪliⱪ ɵsümlüktǝktur; Ayniƣan yeⱪimliⱪ güllüktǝk; Uning lǝwliri nilupǝr, Ular suyuⱪ murmǝkkini temitidu;
His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding aromatic scents. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.
14 Uning ⱪolliri altun turubilar, Iqigǝ beril yaⱪutlar ⱪuyulƣan. Ⱪorsiⱪi nǝⱪixlik pil qixliridin yasalƣan, Kɵk yaⱪutlar bilǝn bezǝlgǝn.
His arms are rounded gold set with jewels; his abdomen is ivory covered with sapphires.
15 Uning putliri mǝrmǝr tüwrüklǝr, Altun üstigǝ tiklǝngǝn. Uning salapiti Liwanningkidǝk, Kedir dǝrǝhliridǝk kɵrkǝm-ⱨǝywǝtliktur.
His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of pure gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
16 Uning aƣzi bǝkmu xerindur; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, u pütünlǝy güzǝldur; Bu mening sɵyümlüküm, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bu mening amriⱪim, I Yerusalem ⱪizliri!»
His mouth is most sweet; he is completely lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
