1How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
1 Mor brydferth yw dy draed mewn sandalau, O ferch y tywysog! Y mae dy gluniau lluniaidd fel gemau o waith crefftwr medrus.
2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
2 Y mae dy fogail fel ffiol gron nad yw byth yn brin o win cymysg; y mae dy fol fel pentwr o wenith wedi ei amgylchynu gan lil�au.
3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
3 Y mae dy ddwy fron fel dwy elain, gefeilliaid ewig.
4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
4 Y mae dy wddf fel tu373?r ifori, a'th lygaid fel y llynnoedd yn Hesbon, ger mynedfa Bath-rabbim; y mae dy drwyn fel tu373?r Lebanon, sy'n edrych i gyfeiriad Damascus.
5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
5 Y mae dy ben yn ymddangos fel Carmel a gwallt dy ben fel porffor, a brenin wedi ei garcharu yn y plethi.
6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
6 Mor brydferth, mor hardd wyt, fy anwylyd, y fwyaf dymunol.
7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
7 Y mae dy gorff fel palmwydden, a'th fronnau fel clwstwr o'i ffrwythau.
8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
8 Dywedais, "Dringaf y balmwydden, a gafael yn ei brigau." Bydded dy fronnau fel clwstwr o rawnwin, ac arogl dy anadl fel afalau,
9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
9 a'th wefusau fel y gwin gorau yn llifo'n esmwyth mewn cariad, ac yn llithro rhwng gwefusau a dannedd.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
10 Yr wyf fi'n eiddo i'm cariad, ac yntau'n fy chwennych.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
11 Tyrd, fy nghariad, gad inni fynd allan i'r maes, a threulio'r nos ymysg y llwyni henna.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
12 Gad inni fynd yn fore i'r gwinllannoedd, i edrych a yw'r winwydden yn blaguro, a'i blodau yn agor, a'r pomgranadau yn blodeuo; yno fe ddangosaf fy nghariad tuag atat.
13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
13 Y mae'r mandragorau yn gwasgar eu harogl; o gwmpas ein drws ceir yr holl ffrwythau gorau, ffrwythau newydd a hen a gedwais i ti, fy nghariad.