Fel Rhosyn Saron coron gardd

Fel Rhosyn Saron coron gardd,
Fel lili hoff ddyffrynol hardd
  Y gwynn a'r coch
      sy'n lan o liw,
  I ddenu'n rhwym ferch dynol-ryw.

Mae'n goch o ran ei ddyndod mwyn,
Yn ei ddioddefaint dros ei ŵyn;
  Mae'n wynn o'i Duwdod
    mawr o nerth,
  Yn gwneud ei waith o berffaith werth.

Fel pren afalau
    ym mysg y coed,
Mae'i Berson glan yn haeddu clod;
  Natur y pren
      a'i nefol nof,
  A dry ganghennau gwyllt yn ddof.

O'i ben i'w draed
    mae'n hawddgar oll,
Heb un perffeithrwydd yntho ar goll;
  O dyma fy Anwylyd i,
  Fy Mrawd, a'm Ffrynd,
      a'm Cyfaill cu.

I gadarnhâu'r berthynas hon,
O frawd i ni
    i'n bri o'n bron;
  Fe roes ei hun yn briod im',
  I nerthu'm ffydd yn gryf mewn grym.

Like the Rose of Sharon a garden's crown,
Like the beautiful fond lily of the valley,
  The white and the red
      that are pure of colour,
  To captivate the daughter of human-kind.

He is red in terms of his dear humanity,
In his suffering for his lambs;
  He is white from his Divinity
      great of strength,
  Doing his work of perfect worth.

Like an apple tree
    in the midst of the wood,
His pure Person deserves praise;
  The nature of the tree
      and its heavenly sap,
  Turn wild branches tame.

From his head to his feet
    he is altogether beautiful,
Without any perfection missing from him;
  O here is my Beloved,
  My Brother, and my Friend,
      and my dear Companion.

To establish this relationship,
Between a brother and us
    completely to dignify us;
  He gave himself as my own to me,
  To strengthen my faith firm in power.