¹Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.

¹ O na fyddit yn frawd i mi, wedi dy fagu ar fronnau fy mam! Yna pan welwn di yn y stryd byddwn yn dy gusanu, ac ni fyddai neb yn fy nirmygu.

²I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

² Byddwn yn dy arwain a'th ddwyn i du375? fy mam a'm hyfforddodd, a rhoi gwin llysiau yn ddiod iti, sudd fy mhomgranadau.

³His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

³ Yna byddai ei fraich chwith o dan fy mhen, a'i fraich dde yn fy nghofleidio.

⁴I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends

⁴ Ferched Jerwsalem, yr wyf yn ymbil arnoch. Peidiwch � deffro na tharfu fy nghariad nes y bydd yn barod.

⁵Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.

⁵ Pwy yw hon sy'n dod i fyny o'r anialwch, yn pwyso ar ei chariad? Deffroais di dan y pren afalau, lle bu dy fam mewn gwewyr gyda thi, lle bu'r un a esgorodd arnat mewn gwewyr.

⁶Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. . Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh. “Yahweh” is God’s proper Name, sometimes rendered “LORD” (all caps) in other translations.

⁶ Gosod fi fel s�l ar dy galon, fel s�l ar dy fraich; oherwydd y mae cariad mor gryf � marwolaeth, a nwyd mor greulon �'r bedd; y mae'n llosgi fel ffaglau tanllyd, fel fflam angerddol.

⁷Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends

⁷ Ni all dyfroedd lawer ddiffodd cariad, ac ni all afonydd ei foddi. Pe byddai rhywun yn cynnig holl gyfoeth ei du375? am gariad, byddai hynny yn cael ei ddirmygu'n llwyr.

⁸We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁸ Y mae gennym chwaer fach sydd heb fagu bronnau. Beth a wnawn i'n chwaer pan ofynnir amdani?

⁹If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved

⁹ Os mur yw hi, byddwn yn adeiladu caer arian arno; os drws, byddwn yn ei gau ag astell gedrwydd.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

¹⁰ Mur wyf fi, a'm bronnau fel tyrau; yn ei olwg ef yr wyf fel un yn rhoi boddhad.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

¹¹ Yr oedd gan Solomon winllan yn Baal-hamon; pan osododd ei winllan yng ngofal gwylwyr, yr oedd pob un i roi mil o ddarnau arian am ei ffrwyth.

¹²My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover

¹² Ond y mae fy ngwinllan i yn eiddo i mi fy hun; fe gei di, Solomon, y mil o ddarnau arian, a chaiff y rhai sy'n gwylio'i ffrwyth ddau gant.

¹³You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved

¹³ Ti sy'n eistedd yn yr ardd, a chyfeillion yn gwrando ar dy lais, gad i mi dy glywed.

¹⁴Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

¹⁴ Brysia allan, fy nghariad, a bydd yn debyg i afrewig, neu'r hydd ifanc ar fynyddoedd y perlysiau.