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.
1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of 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 are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren 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.
3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples 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.
4Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
5 Y mae dy ddwy fron fel dwy elain, gefeilliaid ewig yn pori ymysg y lil�au.
5Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
6 Cyn i awel y dydd godi, ac i'r cysgodion ddiflannu, fe af i'r mynydd myrr, ac i fryn y thus.
6Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
7 Yr wyt i gyd yn brydferth, f'anwylyd; nid oes yr un brycheuyn arnat.
7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
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.
8[Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, -- Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the 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 ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart 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 fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments 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, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell 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 enclosed is my sister, [my] 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 are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
14 nard a saffrwn, calamis a sinamon, hefyd yr holl goed thus, myrr ac aloes a'r holl berlysiau gorau.
14Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 Y mae'r ffynnon yn yr ardd yn ffynnon o ddyfroedd byw yn ffrydio o Lebanon.
15A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream 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, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.