¹Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

¹ O ti, y decaf o ferched, ple'r aeth dy gariad? Pa ffordd yr aeth dy gariad, inni chwilio amdano gyda thi?

²My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² Fe aeth fy nghariad i lawr i'w ardd, i'r gwelyau perlysiau, i ofalu am y gerddi, ac i gasglu'r lil�au.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

³ Yr wyf fi'n eiddo fy nghariad, ac yntau'n eiddof finnau; y mae'n bugeilio ymysg y lil�au.

⁴Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁴ Yr wyt yn brydferth fel Tirsa, f'anwylyd, yn hardd fel Jerwsalem, mor urddasol � llu banerog.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁵ Tro dy lygaid oddi wrthyf, y maent yn fy nghyffroi; y mae dy wallt fel diadell o eifr yn dod i lawr o Fynydd Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁶ Y mae dy ddannedd fel diadell o ddefaid yn dod i fyny o'r olchfa, y cwbl ohonynt yn efeilliaid, heb un yn amddifad.

⁷As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁷ Y tu �l i'th orchudd y mae dy arlais fel darn o bomgranad.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

⁸ Er bod trigain o freninesau a phedwar ugain o ordderchwragedd, a llancesau na ellir eu rhifo,

⁹My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ y mae fy ngholomen, yr un berffaith, ar ei phen ei hun, unig blentyn ei mam, y lanaf yng ngolwg yr un a esgorodd arni. Gwelodd y merched hi a'i galw'n ddedwydd, ac y mae breninesau a gordderchwragedd yn ei chlodfori.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

¹⁰ Pwy yw hon sy'n ymddangos fel y wawr, yn brydferth fel y lloer, yn ddisglair fel yr haul, yn urddasol fel llu banerog?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

¹¹ Euthum i lawr i'w ardd gnau i edrych ar ffrwythau'r dyffryn, a gweld a oedd y winwydden yn blaguro, a blodau ar y pomgranadau.

¹²Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

¹² Ni wyddwn y cawn fy rhoi yng ngherbydau perthnasau'r tywysog.

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

¹³ Tyrd yn �l, tyrd yn �l, Sulames! Tyrd yn �l, tyrd yn �l, gad inni dy weld. O fel yr hoffwch edrych ar y Sulames yn dawnsio rhwng y rhengoedd!