Küylǝrning küyi 8
1 «Aⱨ, apamning kɵksini xoriƣan inimdǝk bolsang’idi! Seni talada uqritar bolsam, sɵyǝttim, Wǝ ⱨeqkim meni kǝmsitmǝytti.
Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
2 Mǝn seni yetǝklǝyttim, Apangning ɵyigǝ elip kirǝttim; Sǝn manga tǝlim berǝtting; Mǝn sanga tetitⱪu xarabidin iqküzǝttim; Anarlirimning xǝrbitidin iqküzǝttim.
I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida bolatti, Uning ong ⱪoli meni silaytti!».
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4 «Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri — «Uning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Silǝr muⱨǝbbǝtni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5 «Daladin qiⱪiwatⱪan bu zadi kim? Ɵz sɵyümlükigǝ yɵlinip?» «Mǝn alma dǝrihi astida seni oyƣatⱪanidim; Axu yǝrdǝ apang tolƣaⱪ yǝp seni dunyaƣa qiⱪarƣanidi; Axu yǝrdǝ seni tuƣⱪuqi tolƣaⱪ yǝp seni qiⱪarƣanidi».
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
6 «Meni kɵnglünggǝ mɵⱨürdǝk, Bilikinggǝ mɵⱨürdǝk basⱪaysǝn; Qünki muⱨǝbbǝt ɵlümdǝk küqlüktur; Muⱨǝbbǝtning ⱪizƣinixi tǝⱨtisaradǝk rǝⱨimsiz; Uningdin qiⱪⱪan ot uqⱪunliri, — Yaⱨning dǝⱨxǝtlik bir yalⱪunidur! (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (Sheol h7585)
7 Kɵp sular muⱨǝbbǝtni ɵqürǝlmǝydu; Kǝlkünlǝr uni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪilalmaydu; Birsi: «Ɵy-tǝǝlluⱪatlirimning ⱨǝmmisini berip muⱨǝbbǝtkǝ eriximǝn» desǝ, Undaⱪta u adǝm kixining nǝziridin pütünlǝy qüxüp ketidu».
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
8 «Bizning kiqik singlimiz bardur, Biraⱪ uning kɵksi yoⱪtur; Singlimizƣa ǝlqilǝr kǝlgǝn künidǝ biz uning üqün nemǝ ⱪilimiz?»
We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 «Əgǝr u sepil bolsa, Biz uningƣa kümüx munar salimiz; Əgǝr u ixik bolsa, Biz uni kedir tahtaylar bilǝn ⱪaplaymiz».
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10 «Ɵzüm bir sepildurmǝn, Ⱨǝm mening kɵksilirim munarlardǝktur; Xunga mǝn uning kɵz aldida hatirjǝmlik tapⱪan birsidǝk boldum».
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 «Sulaymanning Baal-Ⱨamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baƣwǝnlǝrgǝ ijarigǝ bǝrdi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi mewisi üqün ming tǝnggǝ apirip berixi kerǝk idi;
Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12 Ɵzümning üzümzarim mana mening aldimda turidu; Uning ming tǝnggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Xuningdǝk ikki yüz tǝnggǝ mewisini baⱪⱪuqilarƣa bolsun».
My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 «Ⱨǝy baƣlarda turƣuqi, Ⱨǝmraⱨlar awazingni angliƣusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatⱪuzƣaysǝn».
The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 «I sɵyümlüküm, tez bolǝ, Jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝk bol, Tetitⱪular taƣliri üstidǝ yügürüp!»
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
