¹ Mor brydferth yw dy draed mewn sandalau, O ferch y tywysog! Y mae dy gluniau lluniaidd fel gemau o waith crefftwr medrus.

¹How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

² Y mae dy fogail fel ffiol gron nad yw byth yn brin o win cymysg; y mae dy fol fel pentwr o wenith wedi ei amgylchynu gan lil�au.

²Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Y mae dy ddwy fron fel dwy elain, gefeilliaid ewig.

³Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Y mae dy wddf fel tu373?r ifori, a'th lygaid fel y llynnoedd yn Hesbon, ger mynedfa Bath-rabbim; y mae dy drwyn fel tu373?r Lebanon, sy'n edrych i gyfeiriad Damascus.

⁴Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Y mae dy ben yn ymddangos fel Carmel a gwallt dy ben fel porffor, a brenin wedi ei garcharu yn y plethi.

⁵Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ Mor brydferth, mor hardd wyt, fy anwylyd, y fwyaf dymunol.

⁶How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ Y mae dy gorff fel palmwydden, a'th fronnau fel clwstwr o'i ffrwythau.

⁷This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ Dywedais, "Dringaf y balmwydden, a gafael yn ei brigau." Bydded dy fronnau fel clwstwr o rawnwin, ac arogl dy anadl fel afalau,

⁸I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

⁹ a'th wefusau fel y gwin gorau yn llifo'n esmwyth mewn cariad, ac yn llithro rhwng gwefusau a dannedd.

⁹Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ Yr wyf fi'n eiddo i'm cariad, ac yntau'n fy chwennych.

¹⁰I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

¹¹ Tyrd, fy nghariad, gad inni fynd allan i'r maes, a threulio'r nos ymysg y llwyni henna.

¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

¹² Gad inni fynd yn fore i'r gwinllannoedd, i edrych a yw'r winwydden yn blaguro, a'i blodau yn agor, a'r pomgranadau yn blodeuo; yno fe ddangosaf fy nghariad tuag atat.

¹²Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ Y mae'r mandragorau yn gwasgar eu harogl; o gwmpas ein drws ceir yr holl ffrwythau gorau, ffrwythau newydd a hen a gedwais i ti, fy nghariad.

¹³The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.