O Rosyn Saron hardd

  O! Rosyn Saron hardd!
    O! 'r Lili gwyn ei liw!
  Nid oes o'r ddae'r a dardd
    Flaguryn fel fy Nuw:
Yn mhlith y coed rhyw gangen lawn
O sypiau grawn f'Anwylyd yw.

  Pan oeddwn i yn wàn,
    Yn mron llewygu'n wir,
  Fe'm c'ododd i i'r làn
    I mewn i'w wîndy pur:
Ce's yfed gwîn, hyd heddyw mae
Fyth yn parhau ei nefol rîn.

gwelir: O nefol addfwyn Oen

  O beautiful Rose of Sharon!
    O Lily with its white colour!
  There is not, which issues from the earth,
    Any shoot like my God:
In the midst of the wood some branch full
Of clusters of grapes is my Beloved.

  When I was weak,
    My breast truly fainting,
  He raised me up
    Into his pure wine-house:
I got to drink wine, until today is
Forever enduring his heavenly merit.