1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
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 has gone down to 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 browses among the lilies,
3 Yr wyf fi'n eiddo fy nghariad, ac yntau'n eiddof finnau; y mae'n bugeilio ymysg y lil�au.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
4 Yr wyt yn brydferth fel Tirsa, f'anwylyd, yn hardd fel Jerwsalem, mor urddasol � llu banerog.
5Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side 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.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved 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.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
7 Y tu �l i'th orchudd y mae dy arlais fel darn o bomgranad.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
8 Er bod trigain o freninesau a phedwar ugain o ordderchwragedd, a llancesau na ellir eu rhifo,
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and 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 who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army 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 nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
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.
12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. Friends
12 Ni wyddwn y cawn fy rhoi yng ngherbydau perthnasau'r tywysog.
13Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
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!