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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
5 Y mae dy ddwy fron fel dwy elain, gefeilliaid ewig yn pori ymysg y lil�au.
5Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
6 Cyn i awel y dydd godi, ac i'r cysgodion ddiflannu, fe af i'r mynydd myrr, ac i fryn y thus.
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.
7 Yr wyt i gyd yn brydferth, f'anwylyd; nid oes yr un brycheuyn arnat.
7Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
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.
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.
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.
9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
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.
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.
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.
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.
12 Gardd wedi ei chau i mewn yw fy chwaer a'm priodferch, gardd wedi ei chau i mewn, ffynnon wedi ei selio.
12A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up — a fountain sealed.
13 Y mae dy blanhigion yn berllan o bomgranadau, yn llawn o'r ffrwythau gorau, henna a nard,
13Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
14 nard a saffrwn, calamis a sinamon, hefyd yr holl goed thus, myrr ac aloes a'r holl berlysiau gorau.
14Cypresses with nard — nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
15 Y mae'r ffynnon yn yr ardd yn ffynnon o ddyfroedd byw yn ffrydio o Lebanon.
15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
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.
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!