¹Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

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

²My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

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.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

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

⁴Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

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

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

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.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

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.

⁷As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

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

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

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

⁹My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

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?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

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.

¹²Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

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

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.

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!