¹ O ti, y decaf o ferched, ple'r aeth dy gariad? Pa ffordd yr aeth dy gariad, inni chwilio amdano gyda thi?

¹Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

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.

²My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ Yr wyf fi'n eiddo fy nghariad, ac yntau'n eiddof finnau; y mae'n bugeilio ymysg y lil�au.

³I [am] my beloved`s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

⁴ Yr wyt yn brydferth fel Tirsa, f'anwylyd, yn hardd fel Jerwsalem, mor urddasol � llu banerog.

⁴Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

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.

⁵Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

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.

⁶Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

⁷ Y tu �l i'th orchudd y mae dy arlais fel darn o bomgranad.

⁷As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.

⁸ Er bod trigain o freninesau a phedwar ugain o ordderchwragedd, a llancesau na ellir eu rhifo,

⁸Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

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.

⁹One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

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?

¹⁰`Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?`

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.

¹¹Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —

¹² Ni wyddwn y cawn fy rhoi yng ngherbydau perthnasau'r tywysog.

¹²I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.

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!

¹³Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?