1I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
1 Yr wyf wedi dod i'm gardd, fy chwaer a'm priodferch; cesglais fy myrr a'm perlysiau, a bwyta fy niliau a'm m�l, ac yfed fy ngwin a'm llaeth. Gyfeillion, bwytewch ac yfwch, nes meddwi ar gariad.
2I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
2 Yr oeddwn yn cysgu, ond �'m calon yn effro. Ust! Y mae fy nghariad yn curo: "Agor imi, fy chwaer, f'anwylyd, fy ngholomen, yr un berffaith yn fy ngolwg, oherwydd y mae fy ngwallt yn diferu o wlith, a'm barf o ddefnynnau'r nos."
3-- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --
3 Ond yr wyf wedi diosg fy mantell; a oes raid imi ei gwisgo eto? Yr wyf wedi golchi fy nhraed; a oes raid imi eu maeddu eto?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
4 Pan roes fy nghariad ei law ar y glicied, yr oeddwn wedi fy nghynhyrfu trwof.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
5 Codais i agor i'm cariad, ac yr oedd fy nwylo'n diferu o fyrr, a'r myrr o'm bysedd yn llifo ar ddolennau'r clo.
6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
6 Pan agorais i'm cariad, yr oedd wedi cilio a mynd ymaith, ac yr oeddwn yn drist am ei fod wedi mynd; chwiliais amdano, ond heb ei gael; gelwais arno, ond nid oedd yn ateb.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
7 Daeth y gwylwyr i'm cyfarfod, wrth iddynt fynd o amgylch y dref, a rhoesant gurfa imi a'm niweidio; bu i'r rhai oedd yn gwylio'r mur ddwyn fy mantell oddi arnaf.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? -- That I am sick of love.
8 Ferched Jerwsalem, yr wyf yn ymbil arnoch. Os dewch o hyd i'm cariad, dywedwch wrtho fy mod yn glaf o gariad.
9What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
9 A yw dy gariad di yn well nag eraill, O ti, y decaf o ferched? A yw dy gariad di yn well nag eraill, i beri iti ymbil fel hyn arnom?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
10 Y mae fy nghariad yn deg a gwridog, yn sefyll allan ymysg deng mil.
11His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
11 Y mae ei ben fel aur coeth, a'i wallt yn gyrliog, yn ddu fel y fr�n.
12His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
12 Y mae ei lygaid fel colomennod wrth ffrydiau du373?r, wedi eu golchi � llaeth, a'u gosod yn briodol yn eu lle.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
13 Y mae ei ruddiau fel gwely perlysiau yn gwasgaru persawr; y mae ei wefusau fel lil�au yn diferu o fyrr rhedegog.
14His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
14 Y mae ei ddwylo fel dysglau aur yn llawn gemau; y mae ei gorff fel gwaith ifori wedi ei orchuddio � saffir.
15His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
15 Y mae ei goesau fel colofnau o farmor, wedi eu gosod ar sylfaen o aur, a'i ymddangosiad fel Lebanon, mor urddasol �'r cedrwydd.
16His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16 Y mae ei wefusau yn felys; y mae popeth ynddo'n ddymunol. Un fel hyn yw fy nghariad, un fel hyn yw fy nghyfaill, O ferched Jerwsalem.