Milwr dos ond nid i feddu

Milwr, dos! ond nid i feddu
    gwael drysorau daear lawr:
Nid mewn llys i gyfaneddu,
    nac i ennill enw mawr.
  Paid a disgwyl esmwyth lwybr;
      ffordd beryglus sydd i ti:
  Na ddisgwylia yma gysur,
      brwydr galed ydyw hi.

Mawr yw'r gwaith osodwyd i ti,
    lluoedd uffern sydd o'th flaen.
O dy ôl mae'r llỳn llosgadwy,
    nefol filwr, dos yn mlaen.
  Milwr, gorphwys! O nid felly,
      gwlad y rhyfel ydyw hon:
  Gochel ar dy arfau gysgu,
      mae'r gelynion ger dy fron.

D'orchwyl di i'w gwylio beunydd,
    bod yn effro bob rhyw awr;
Nes it' gyraedd gwlad y palmwydd,
    paid a rhoi dy arfau i lawr.
  Gafael yn dy gleddyf grymus,
      gwisg dy darian - saf dy dir,
  Yna yn yr hardd baradwys,
      ti gai orphwys cyn b'o hir.

Soldier, go! but not to possess
    the base treasures of the earth below:
Not in a court to reside,
    nor to win a great name.
  Do not expect a smooth path;
      a perilous road is for thee:
  Do not expect comfort here,
      a hard battle it is.

Great is the work set for thee,
    hosts of hell are before thee.
After thee is the burning lake,
    heavenly soldier, go forward.
  Soldier, rest! O not in that way,
      the land of war is this:
  Beware of sleeping on thy weapons,
      the enemies are before thee.

Thy task is to watch daily,
    to be awake every kind of hour;
Until thou reach the land of palm trees,
    do not put thy weapons down.
  Hold thy forceful sword,
      wear thy shield - stand thy ground,
  Then in the beautiful paradise,
      thou shalt get to rest before long.