¹Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of 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 are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved 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.

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate 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.

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

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 like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

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

⁶Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to 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 love; And there is no spot in thee.

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

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the 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 ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart 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 fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of 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, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell 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, [my] bride; 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 are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

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

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

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

¹⁵[Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams 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, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious 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.