Darfydded/Darfyddwn son am bleser mwy

Darfydded son am bleser mwy,
  Yn agos ac yn mhell;
Fel gallwyf yfed dyfroedd pur,
  O ffynon lawer gwell.

O cau fy llygaid rhag im' wel'd
  Pleserau gwael y byd,
Ac i mi wyro byth oddiar
  Dy lwybrau gwerthfawr drud.

Byth gorfoledda f'enaid mwy,
  Dy briod yw dy Dduw;
Mwy ydyw rhinwedd marwol glwy',
  Na phechod o un rhyw.

'D â'i mofyn haeddiant byth,
    na nerth,
  Na ffafr neb na'i hedd,
Ond hwnw'n unig gwyd fy llwch,
  Yn fyw i'r làn o'r bedd.

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Darfyddwn son am bleser mwy,
  Yn agos ac yn mhell;
Tra cawn i yfed
      dyfroedd pur,
  O ffynnon lawer gwell.

Darfydded dydd, darfydded nos,
  Fel mynyd fechan awr;
Tra cawn yn caru a rhoi mhwys,
  Ar fynwes f'Arglwydd mawr.

Eisteddais dan ei gysgod ef,
  A'i ffrwyth oedd felus iawn;
Ac yma treuliwn ddyddiau f'oes,
  Fyth fyth yn ddedwydd iawn.

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

F'anwylyd sydd fel lili hardd,
  Hyfryda erioed ei liw;
Ag sydd yn maeddu blodau'r byd,
  Posïau pena' eu rhyw.

gwelir:
  'D a' i 'mofyn haeddiant byth na nerth
  Darfydded dydd darfydded nôs
  F'anwylyd sydd fel lili hardd
  Iesu difyrwch f'enaid drud
  Iesu yw tegwch mawr y byd
  Mae durtur yr efengyl fwyn
  Na foed fy mywyd bellach mwy
  Ni feddaf ar a ddaear fawr
  O tyred Ysbryd sanctaidd pur
  'Rwy'n morio tua chartre'm Nêr
  Tyr'd Ysbryd sanctaidd ledia'r ffordd
  Yn mysg gwyryfon Seion fry

Let mention of pleasure cease evermore,
  Near and far;
That I may drink pure waters,
  From a better fount.

O close my eyes lest I see
  The base pleasures of the world,
And I veer forever from
  Thy costly, precious paths.

Forever rejoice, my soul, evermore,
  Thy spouse is thy God;
Greater is the merit of a mortal wound,
  Than sin of any kind.

I shall ask for no merit any more,
    nor strength,
  Nor the favour of anyone, nor his peace,
But him alone who shall raise my dust,
  Alive up from the grave.

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I would cease to mention pleasure any more,
  Near and far;
As long as I could get to
    drink pure waters,
  From a much better fount.

Let day cease, let night cease,
  Like the small minute of an hour;
As long as I get to love and lean,
  On the breast of my great Lord.

I sat under his shade,
  And his fruit was very sweet;
And here I would spend the days of my age,
  Forever and ever very happy.

And like the fruit of the sweet apples,
  In the midst of the trees of the wood;
Thus my Beloved himself amongst
  The sons who are getting praise.

My Beloved is like a beautiful lily,
  The most delightful ever his colour;
And who beats the flowers of the world,
  The chief posies of their kind.