Mae tristwch mawr i'r enaid mau

Mae tristwch mawr i'r enaid mau,
  Am dori deddfau Duw;
Annheilwng wyf o dan y rhod
  Byth mwy i fod yn fyw.

Amddifad wyf - ni feddaf hawl
  I wawl y nefoedd wen;
Pa beth a wnaf os byth yn nod
  I saethau'r bod sydd Ben?

Fy ngrudd sydd wleb, wylofus wyf,
  O dan fawr glwyf yn glaf;
Dirmygodd f'enaid ddeddfau gwiw
  Fy Nuw: - pa beth a wnaf?

Pwy sydd a ddeall am fy nghur,
  A ystyr ac a glyw?
A ga' pechadur trwy droi'n ol
  Yn edifeiriol, fyw?

Os, medd rhyw lais, yn llawn o hedd,
  O orsedd rasol Duw;
Me lle diogel yn fy nghol
  I'r edifeiriol fyw.

There is great sadness to my soul,
  For breaking the laws of God;
Unworthy I am under the sky
  Any more to be alive.

Bereft I am - I possess no right
  To the brightness of blessed heaven;
What shall I do if forever the target
  For the arrows of the being who is Chief?

My cheek is wet, weeping I am,
  Under a great sickness sick:
My soul scorned the worthy laws
  Of my God: - what shall I do?

Who is there who understands my pain,
  And considers and hears?
Shall a sinner through turning back
  Repentantly, live?

Yes, says some voice, full of peace,
  From the gracious throne of God;
There is a safe place in my bosom
  For the repentant to live.