Küylǝrning küyi 7
1 «I xaⱨzadining ⱪizi, Kǝxliringdǝ sening ⱪǝdǝmliring nemidegǝn güzǝl! Tolƣiƣan yampaxliring gɵⱨǝrlǝrdǝk, Qewǝr ⱨünǝrwǝn ⱪolining ⱨüniridur.
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
2 Kindiking yumulaⱪ bir ⱪǝdǝⱨtur; Uning ǝbjǝx xarabi kǝm ǝmǝs; Ⱪorsiⱪing buƣday dɵwisidur, Ətrapiƣa nilupǝrlǝr olixidu.
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Ikki kɵksüng ikki maraldǝk, jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezikidur;
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
4 Boynung pil qixliridin yasalƣan munardur; Kɵzliring Bat-Rabbim ⱪowuⱪi boyidiki Ⱨǝxbon kɵlqǝkliridǝk, Burnung Dǝmǝxⱪⱪǝ ⱪaraydiƣan Liwan munaridǝktur;
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
5 Üstüngdǝ bexing Karmǝl teƣidǝk turidu; Bexingdiki ɵrümǝ qaqliring sɵsün rǝngliktur, Padixaⱨ büdür qaqliringning mǝⱨbusidur.
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 I sɵyginim, ⱨuzurlar üqün xunqǝ güzǝl, xunqǝ yeⱪimliⱪtursǝn!
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 Sening boyung palma dǝrihidǝk, Kɵksüng üzüm ƣunqiliridǝktur.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
8 Mǝn: — «Palma dǝrihi üstigǝ qiⱪimǝn, Xahlirini tutup yamiximǝn; Kɵksiliring dǝrwǝⱪǝ üzüm tal ƣunqiliridǝk, Burnungning puriⱪi almilardǝk, tanglayliringning tǝmi ǝng esil xarabdǝktur...».
I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
9 «...mening sɵyümlükümning gelidin siliⱪ ɵtüp, Lǝwlǝr, qixlardin teyilip qüxsun...!
And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Uning tǝⱪazzasi manga ⱪaritilidu».
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 «I sɵyümlüküm, kelǝyli, Etizlarƣa qiⱪayli; Yezilarda tünǝp kelǝyli,
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
12 Üzümzarliⱪⱪa qiⱪixⱪa baldur orundin turayli, Üzüm tallirining bihliƣan-bihlimiƣanliⱪini, Qeqǝklǝrning eqilƣan-eqilmiƣanliⱪini, Anarlarning bǝrⱪ urƣan-urmiƣanliⱪini kɵrǝyli; Axu yǝrdǝ muⱨǝbbǝtlirimni sanga beƣixlaymǝn.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
13 Muⱨǝbbǝtgüllǝr axu yǝrdǝ ɵz puriⱪini puritidu; Ixiklirimiz üstidǝ ⱨǝrhil esil mewǝ-qiwilǝr bardur, Yengi ⱨǝm konimu bardur; Sǝn üqün ularni toplap tǝyyarlidim, i sɵyümlüküm!»
The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
