O na roddid calon imi,
F'o'n galaru am bob bai;
Nid oes drefn im' gael fy nghadw
Heb im' wir edifarhau:
Plant y dagrau a'r och'neidiau
Welir fry yn dyrfa hardd,
Yno'n canu am yr ucha'
I'r Gŵr fu'n chwŷsu
yn yr ardd!
Casgliad Roger Edwards 1849
Tôn [8787D]: Diniweidrwydd (alaw Gymreig) gwelir: Wele fi bechadur aflan |
O that a heart were given to me,
That would be mourning for every fault;
There is no scheme to get me saved
Unless I truly repent:
The children of tears and groans
Are to be seen as a beautiful throng,
There singing at the top of their voices
To the Man who was sweating
in the garden!
tr. 2019 Richard B Gillion
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