1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, 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 to 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 [his flock] 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 fair, 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 lie along the side of 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 like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved 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.
7Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
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 called her blessed; [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, 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 green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.
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.
12Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
12 Ni wyddwn y cawn fy rhoi yng ngherbydau perthnasau'r tywysog.
13Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
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!