Küylǝrning küyi 1
1 «Küylǝrning küyi» — Sulaymanning küyi.
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 «U otluⱪ aƣzi bilǝn meni sɵysun; Qünki sening muⱨǝbbiting xarabtin xerindur.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
3 Huxpuraⱪtur sening ǝtirliring; Ⱪuyulƣan puraⱪliⱪ may sening namingdur; Xunglaxⱪa ⱪizlar seni sɵyidu. Kɵnglümni ɵzünggǝ mǝⱨliya ⱪilƣaysǝn — Biz sanga ǝgixip yügürǝyli! — Padixaⱨ meni ɵz ⱨujriliriƣa ǝkirgǝy!»
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
4 «Biz sǝndin huxal bolup xadlinimiz; Sening muⱨǝbbǝtliringni xarabtin artuⱪ ǝslǝp tǝriplǝymiz».
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
5 «Ular seni durusluⱪ bilǝn sɵyidu». — «Ⱪara tǝnlik bolƣinim bilǝn qirayliⱪmǝn, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri! Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Kedarliⱪlarning qedirliridǝk, Sulaymanning pǝrdiliridǝk ⱪarimǝn.
I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Manga tikilip ⱪarimanglar, Qünki ⱪaridurmǝn, Qünki aptap meni kɵydürdi; Anamning oƣulliri mǝndin rǝnjigǝn; Xunga ular meni üzümzarlarni baⱪⱪuqi ⱪildi; Xunga ɵz üzümzarimni baⱪalmiƣanmǝn».
Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
7 «Ⱨǝy, jenim sɵyginim, deginǝ, Padangni ⱪǝyǝrdǝ baⱪisǝn? Uni kün ⱪiyamida ⱪǝyǝrdǝ aram alƣuzisǝn? Ⱨǝmraⱨliringning padiliri yenida qümpǝrdilik ayallardǝk yürüxümning nemǝ ⱨajiti?»
Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8 «I ⱪiz-ayallar arisidiki ǝng güzili, ǝgǝr sǝn buni bilmisǝng, Padamning basⱪan izlirini besip mengip, Padiqining qediri yenida ɵz oƣlaⱪliringni ozuⱪlandurƣin».
If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 «I sɵyümlüküm, mǝn seni Pirǝwnning jǝng ⱨarwiliriƣa ⱪetilƣan bir baytalƣa ohxattim;
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Sening mǝngziliring tizilƣan munqaⱪlar bilǝn, Boynung marjanlar bilǝn güzǝldur.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 Biz sanga kümüx kɵzlǝr ⱪuyulƣan, Altundin zibu-zinnǝtlǝrni yasap berimiz».
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 «Padixaⱨ toy dastihinida olturƣinida, sumbul mǝlⱨimim puraⱪ qaqidu;
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 Mening sɵyümlüküm, u manga bir monǝk murmǝkkidur, U kɵkslirim arisida ⱪonup ⱪalidu;
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 Mening sɵyümlüküm manga Ən-Gǝdidiki üzümzarlarda ɵskǝn bir ƣunqǝ henǝ gülidǝktur».
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 «Mana, sǝn güzǝl, amriⱪim! Mana, sǝn xundaⱪ güzǝl! Kɵzliring pahtǝklǝrningkidǝktur!»
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
16 «Mana, sǝn güzǝl, sɵyümlüküm; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, yeⱪimliⱪ ikǝnsǝn; Bizning orun-kɵrpimiz yexildur;
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 Ɵyimizdiki limlar kedir dǝrihidin, Wasilirimiz arqilardindur.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
