Mae'r pomgranadau pur

  Mae'r pomgranadau pur,
    A'r peraroglau rhad,
  Yn magu hiraeth cryf
    Am hyfryd dŷ fy nhad:
O Salem bur! O Sîon wiw!
Fy nghartref i, a chartre'm Duw.

  'Does le i aros dim,
    Mi glywaf lais y nef
  'Nawr yn fy ngalw 'mlaen
    Yn fuan ato Ef:
Ffarwel, ffarwel
      ddeniadau'r byd,
Methodd eich tegwch fyn'd a'm bryd.

gwelir: Mi bellach goda' maes

  The pure pomegranates, and
    The free aromas, are
  Fostering a strong longing
    For the delightful house of my Father:
O pure Salem! O worthy Zion!
My home, and the home of my God.

  There is nowhere to wait at all,
    I hear the voice of heaven
  Now calling me on
    Soon to him:
Farewell, farewell to you,
      the world's attractions,
Your fairness failed to take my mind.