Küylǝrning küyi 7
1 «I xaⱨzadining ⱪizi, Kǝxliringdǝ sening ⱪǝdǝmliring nemidegǝn güzǝl! Tolƣiƣan yampaxliring gɵⱨǝrlǝrdǝk, Qewǝr ⱨünǝrwǝn ⱪolining ⱨüniridur.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Kindiking yumulaⱪ bir ⱪǝdǝⱨtur; Uning ǝbjǝx xarabi kǝm ǝmǝs; Ⱪorsiⱪing buƣday dɵwisidur, Ətrapiƣa nilupǝrlǝr olixidu.
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Ikki kɵksüng ikki maraldǝk, jǝrǝnning ⱪoxkezikidur;
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
4 Boynung pil qixliridin yasalƣan munardur; Kɵzliring Bat-Rabbim ⱪowuⱪi boyidiki Ⱨǝxbon kɵlqǝkliridǝk, Burnung Dǝmǝxⱪⱪǝ ⱪaraydiƣan Liwan munaridǝktur;
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks towards Damascus.
5 Üstüngdǝ bexing Karmǝl teƣidǝk turidu; Bexingdiki ɵrümǝ qaqliring sɵsün rǝngliktur, Padixaⱨ büdür qaqliringning mǝⱨbusidur.
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 I sɵyginim, ⱨuzurlar üqün xunqǝ güzǝl, xunqǝ yeⱪimliⱪtursǝn!
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7 Sening boyung palma dǝrihidǝk, Kɵksüng üzüm ƣunqiliridǝktur.
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
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 climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
9 «...mening sɵyümlükümning gelidin siliⱪ ɵtüp, Lǝwlǝr, qixlardin teyilip qüxsun...!
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10 Mǝn mening sɵyümlükümningkidurmǝn, Uning tǝⱪazzasi manga ⱪaritilidu».
I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.
11 «I sɵyümlüküm, kelǝyli, Etizlarƣa qiⱪayli; Yezilarda tünǝp kelǝyli,
Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge 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’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
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 mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
