¹Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.

¹ O na fyddit yn frawd i mi, wedi dy fagu ar fronnau fy mam! Yna pan welwn di yn y stryd byddwn yn dy gusanu, ac ni fyddai neb yn fy nirmygu.

²I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother's house, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

² Byddwn yn dy arwain a'th ddwyn i du375? fy mam a'm hyfforddodd, a rhoi gwin llysiau yn ddiod iti, sudd fy mhomgranadau.

³His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

³ Yna byddai ei fraich chwith o dan fy mhen, a'i fraich dde yn fy nghofleidio.

⁴I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

⁴ Ferched Jerwsalem, yr wyf yn ymbil arnoch. Peidiwch � deffro na tharfu fy nghariad nes y bydd yn barod.

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.

⁵ Pwy yw hon sy'n dod i fyny o'r anialwch, yn pwyso ar ei chariad? Deffroais di dan y pren afalau, lle bu dy fam mewn gwewyr gyda thi, lle bu'r un a esgorodd arnat mewn gwewyr.

⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.

⁶ Gosod fi fel s�l ar dy galon, fel s�l ar dy fraich; oherwydd y mae cariad mor gryf � marwolaeth, a nwyd mor greulon �'r bedd; y mae'n llosgi fel ffaglau tanllyd, fel fflam angerddol.

⁷Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.

⁷ Ni all dyfroedd lawer ddiffodd cariad, ac ni all afonydd ei foddi. Pe byddai rhywun yn cynnig holl gyfoeth ei du375? am gariad, byddai hynny yn cael ei ddirmygu'n llwyr.

⁸We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?

⁸ Y mae gennym chwaer fach sydd heb fagu bronnau. Beth a wnawn i'n chwaer pan ofynnir amdani?

⁹If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.

⁹ Os mur yw hi, byddwn yn adeiladu caer arian arno; os drws, byddwn yn ei gau ag astell gedrwydd.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.

¹⁰ Mur wyf fi, a'm bronnau fel tyrau; yn ei olwg ef yr wyf fel un yn rhoi boddhad.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.

¹¹ Yr oedd gan Solomon winllan yn Baal-hamon; pan osododd ei winllan yng ngofal gwylwyr, yr oedd pob un i roi mil o ddarnau arian am ei ffrwyth.

¹²My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

¹² Ond y mae fy ngwinllan i yn eiddo i mi fy hun; fe gei di, Solomon, y mil o ddarnau arian, a chaiff y rhai sy'n gwylio'i ffrwyth ddau gant.

¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.

¹³ Ti sy'n eistedd yn yr ardd, a chyfeillion yn gwrando ar dy lais, gad i mi dy glywed.

¹⁴Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

¹⁴ Brysia allan, fy nghariad, a bydd yn debyg i afrewig, neu'r hydd ifanc ar fynyddoedd y perlysiau.