Bugeilio'r Gwenith Gwyn

Mi sydd fachgen ieuanc ffl

Bugeilio'r Gwenith Gwyn
Mi sydd fachgen ieuanc ffl
  Yn byw yn l fy ffansi
Myfi'n bugeilio'r gwenith gwyn,
  Ac arall yn ei fedi.
Pam na ddeui ar fy l,
  Ryw ddydd ar l ei gilydd?
Gwaith 'rwy'n dy weld, y feinir fach,
  Yn lannach, lannach beunydd.

Glannach, glannach wyt bob dydd,
  Neu fi yn wir sy'n ffolach;
Er mwyn y Gŵr
    a wnaeth dy wedd
  Dod im' drugaredd bellach.
Cwnn dy ben, gwel acw draw,
  Rho im' dy law wen dirion;
Gwaith yn dy fynwes bert ei thro
  Mae allwedd clo fy nghalon.

Mi godais heddyw gyda'r wawr,
  Gan frysio'n fawr fy lludded;
Fel cawn gusanu ol dy droed
  Ar hyd y coed wrth gerdded.
O cwnna mhen o'r galar maith,
  A serchus iaith gwarineb;
Gwaith mwy na'r byd i'r mab a'th gr,
  Yw golwg ar dy wyneb.

Tra fo dŵr y mr yn hallt,
  A thra fo ngwallt yn tyfu,
A thra fo calon dan fy mron
  Mi fydda'n ffyddlon iti;
Dywed imi'r gwir heb gl,
  A rho dan sl d'atebion,
P'un ai myfi ai arall, Ann
  Sydd orau gan dy galon.
Priod: Wiliam Hopcyn 1700-1741
Alaw: Yr Hen Gelynen

Tending the White Wheat
I am a young and foolish lad
  Who live as I please
I tend the white wheat
  And another reaps it.
Why not follow me
  Some day after another?
Because I see you little lass,
  Purer and purer each day!

Purer and purer are you every day,
  Unless it truly is I who am foolish,
For the sake of the One
    who created your countenance,
  Be compassionate towards me now.
Lift your head, look over there,
  Give me your dear white hand;
Because in your lovely breast
  Is the key to the lock of my heart!

I arose today with the dawn,
  Great my fatigue with hurrying;
So I could kiss thy footprints
  Along the wood as I walk.
My head on heat from the lengthy grief
  And loving the language of gentleness;
Worth more than the world to the son thy kin
  Is a look upon thy face.

Whilst the water of the sea is salty,
  And whilst my hair is growing
And whilst there is a heart in my bosom
  I will be faithful to you:
Tell me the truth in secret
  And give under seal your answers,
Whether it is I or another, Ann,
  Which is preferred by your heart.
tr. 2008 Richard B Gillion

The middle column is a literal translation of the Welsh. A Welsh translation is identified by the abbreviation 'cyf.' (emulation by 'efel.'), an English translation by 'tr.'

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