F'Anwylyd sydd fel lili hardd

F'anwylyd sydd fel lili hardd,
  Hyfryda' erioed ei liw;
Rhagori mae ar flodau'r byd,
  Y blodau pena' eu rhyw.

Y'mysg gwyryfon Sion fry,
  Fel lili y'mysg y drain;
Efe yw'r Gwrthddrych goreu ei wedd,
  A chariad pur y rhai'n.

Ac megys pren afalau pêr,
  Y'nghanol prenau'r coed;
Felly f'Anwylyd yntau y'mhlith
  Y meibion sy'n cael clod.

Eisteddais tan ei gysgod Ef,
  A'i ffrwyth oedd felys iawn;
Ac yma treuliwn ddyddiau f'oes,
  Fyth, fyth, yn ddedwydd iawn.

Darfydded sôn am
    bleser mwy,
  Yn agos ac y'mhell,
Fel gallwyf yfed dyfroedd pur
  O ffynnon lawer gwell.

Darfydded dydd, darfydded nos,
  Fel mynyd bach o'r awr,
Tra b'wyf yn caru, a rhoi 'mhwys,
  Ar fynwes f'Arglwydd mawr.

gwelir:
  Darfyddwn sôn am bleser mwy
  Iesu difyrwch f'enaid drud
  Mae durtur yr efengyl fwyn
  Yn mysg gwyryfon Seion fry

My beloved is like a beautiful lily,
  The most delightful in colour;
It excels the flowers of the world,
  The chief flowers of their kind.

Amongst the virgins of Zion above,
  Like a lily amongst the thorns;
He is the Object of the best countenance,
  And the pure love of those.

And like a sweet apple tree,
  In the midst of the trees of the wood;
Thus is my Beloved himself amongst
  The sons who get acclaim.

I sat under His shadow,
  And his fruit was very sweet;
And here I spend the days of my age,
  Forever and ever, very happily.

Let the mention of pleasure
    vanish henceforth,
  Near and far,
That I may drink pure waters
  From a far better well.

Let day vanish, let night vanish,
  Like a small minute of the hour,
While ever I am loving, and leaning,
  On the breast of my great Lord.