O'i wlad aeth i warchffos lom - Ewrob erch, Lle mae'r byd yn storom; A'i waed gwin yn y drin drom Ni waharddai hwn erddom. |
From his land he went to the trench of soil - hideous Europe, Where the world is a storm; And his blood of wine in the heavy battle He would not withhold this for our sake. tr. 2010 Richard B Gillion |
From his land to the trench of soil - grim Europe, Where the world's all turmoil; His wine-red blood in battle's toil Withheld not for the sake of us all. tr. 2010 Richard B Gillion |