Fel y brefa'r hydd lluddedig

Fel y brefa'r hydd lluddedig
  Am afonydd dyfroedd byw,
Felly hiraeth mawr fy enaid
  Sydd am danat, O fy Nuw;
    Gwir sychedig,
  Yw fy yspryd am dy ras.

Pa'm, fy enaid, y'th ostyngir?
  Pa'm yr ymderfysgi c'yd?
Etto dod yn Nuw dy obaith,
  A'i foliannu
      gei ryw bryd;
    Iachawdwriaeth,
  Ei wynebpryd fydd dy gan.

Etto'r Arglwydd a orchymmyn
  Ei drugaredd fore-ddydd,
Ac am dani yn y cyfnos
  Melus fy nghaniadau fydd;
    Duw fy einioes!
  Caf ei ganmol cyn bo hir.

As the exhausted deer bleats
  For rivers of the living waters,
Thus the great longing of my soul
  Is for thee, O my God;
    Truly thirsty,
  Is my spirit for thy grace.

Why, my soul, art thou brought low?
  Why art thou in a tumult for so long?
Again put thy hope in God,
  And to praise him
      thou wilt get some time;
    The salvation,
  Of his countenance shall be thy song.

Again the Lord will command
  His mercy in the morning,
And about me in the evening
  Sweet my songs shall be;
    God of my lifespan!
  I shall get to praise him before long.