Ar faes ein daear isel dir

Ar faes ein daear, isel dir,
Gwasgarwyd deuryw had yn wir;
  Lle'r hauwyd gwenith Crist yn gu
  Y taenwyd efrau'r gelyn du;
Y ddau a dyfant yma y'nghyd,
Nes delo barn
    ar deulu'r byd;
  Angylion gwynion, teg eu gwawr,
  I alw i mewn gynhauaf mawr!

Gwirionedd dwys-arswydus yw,
Bydd raid i bawb, - y meirw a'r byw,
  Mewn llawen wedd,
      neu brudd-der braw,
  Ymddangos yn y farn a ddaw;
Ymholed pob rhyw enaid byw,
Pa un a'i pur
    a'i ammhur yw?
  Cyn dyfod gwynion feibion gwawr
  I alw i mewn gynhauaf mawr.

Mae'n bryd ystyried, gan dristâu,
Am gyflwr enaid i barhau;
  Rhag bod yn un o'r chwerwon chwyn,
  Sy'n tyfu y'mhlith y gwenith gwyn;
Diflànna pob rhyw gysgod gau,
Mae byd o sylwedd yn neshau:
  Cyn hir daw meibion
      gwynion gwawr
  I alw i mewn gynhauaf mawr!

Rhai sydd â hawl mewn cyfiawnhâd,
Meddianant deyrnas
    bur eu Tad;
  Disgleiriant fel
      yr haulwen sy'
  Yn treiglo drwy'r ardaloedd fry:
Ystyried dyn,
    sy briddyn brau,
Fod oriau sobr yn nesâu;
  Cyn hir daw meibion
      gwỳnion gwawr
  I alw i mewn gynhauaf mawr!

On the field of our earth, low land,
Two kinds of seed truly are scattered;
  Where is sown the wheat of Christ dearly
  Spread are the weeds of the black enemy;
The two shall grow here together,
Until judgment comes
    upon the family of the world;
  White angels, fair their dawn,
  To call in a great harvest!

Truth is intensely horrifying,
All must, - the dead and the living,
  In a cheerful condition,
      or the sadness of terror,
  Appear in the coming judgment;
Let every kind of living soul ask himself,
Which one of the pair
    whether pure or impure he is?
  Before the bright sons of the dawn come
  To call in a great harvest.

It is time to consider, with sadness,
The enduring condition of a soul;
  Lest one be one of the bitter weeds,
  Which is growing amongst the white wheat
Every kind of false shadow shall vanish,
A world of substance in drawing near:
  Before long the bright sons
      of the dawn will come
  To call in a great harvest!

Those with the claim in righteousness,
Shall possess the pure
    kingdom of their Father;
  They shall shine like
      the sunshine which is
  Trundling through the regions above:
Let man consider,
    who is a fragile lump of clay,
That the serious hours are drawing near;
  Before long the bright sons
      of the dawn will come
  To call in a great harvest!