¹Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

¹ Mor brydferth wyt, f'anwylyd, mor brydferth wyt! Y tu �l i'th orchudd y mae dy lygaid fel colomennod, a'th wallt fel diadell o eifr yn dod i lawr o Fynydd Gilead.

²Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

² Y mae dy ddannedd fel diadell o ddefaid wedi eu cneifio yn dod i fyny o'r olchfa, y cwbl ohonynt yn efeilliaid, heb un yn amddifad.

³As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil,

³ Y mae dy wefusau fel edau ysgarlad, a'th enau yn hyfryd; y tu �l i'th orchudd y mae dy arlais fel darn o bomgranad.

⁴As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

⁴ Y mae dy wddf fel tu373?r Dafydd, wedi ei adeiladu, rhes ar res, a mil o estylch yn crogi arno, y cwbl ohonynt yn darianau rhyfelwyr.

⁵Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

⁵ Y mae dy ddwy fron fel dwy elain, gefeilliaid ewig yn pori ymysg y lil�au.

⁶Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

⁶ Cyn i awel y dydd godi, ac i'r cysgodion ddiflannu, fe af i'r mynydd myrr, ac i fryn y thus.

⁷Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

⁷ Yr wyt i gyd yn brydferth, f'anwylyd; nid oes yr un brycheuyn arnat.

⁸Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

⁸ O briodferch, tyrd gyda mi o Lebanon, tyrd gyda mi o Lebanon; tyrd i lawr o gopa Amana, ac o ben Senir a Hermon, o ffeuau'r llewod a mynyddoedd y llewpardiaid.

⁹Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

⁹ Fy chwaer a'm priodferch, yr wyt wedi ennill fy nghalon, wedi ennill fy nghalon ag un edrychiad, ag un gem o'r gadwyn am dy wddf.

¹⁰How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

¹⁰ Mor hyfryd yw dy gariad, fy chwaer a'm priodferch! Y mae dy gariad yn well na gwin, ac arogl dy bersawr yn hyfrytach na'r holl berlysiau.

¹¹Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹¹ O briodferch, y mae dy wefusau'n diferu diliau m�l, y mae m�l a llaeth dan dy dafod, ac y mae arogl dy ddillad fel arogl Lebanon.

¹²A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up — a fountain sealed.

¹² Gardd wedi ei chau i mewn yw fy chwaer a'm priodferch, gardd wedi ei chau i mewn, ffynnon wedi ei selio.

¹³Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

¹³ Y mae dy blanhigion yn berllan o bomgranadau, yn llawn o'r ffrwythau gorau, henna a nard,

¹⁴Cypresses with nard — nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

¹⁴ nard a saffrwn, calamis a sinamon, hefyd yr holl goed thus, myrr ac aloes a'r holl berlysiau gorau.

¹⁵A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

¹⁵ Y mae'r ffynnon yn yr ardd yn ffynnon o ddyfroedd byw yn ffrydio o Lebanon.

¹⁶Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

¹⁶ Deffro, O wynt y gogledd, a thyrd, O wynt y de; chwyth ar fy ngardd i wasgaru ei phersawr. Doed fy nghariad i'w ardd, a bwyta ei ffrwyth gorau.