'Rwyf yn caru'r pererinion

'Rwyf yn caru'r pererinion,
  Ar y creigiau serth y sy
Ar eu traed ac ar eu dwylaw
  'N ceisio dringo i fyny fry;
    Ar fy neulin, &c.,
  Minau ddof i ben y bryn.

Draed lluddedig, dewch i fyny,
  Ymestynwch ddwylaw 'mlaen;
Draw mae'r wobr, draw mae'r goron,
  Draw mae 'Mhriod hawddgar glân:
    Ffarwel bellach, &c.,
  'Chofiaf ddim ond pen fy nhaith.

gwelir:
  Duw nid oes ond Ti dy Hunan
  Mae gelynion i mi'n chwerw
  Ni feddyliais fod fy siwrnai

I am loving the pilgrims,
  Who are on the steep rocks
On their feet and on their hands
  Trying to climb up above;
    On my knees, &c.,
  I also will come to the summit of the hill.

Exhausted feet, come ye up,
  Stretch your hands forwards;
Yonder is the prize, yonder is the crown,
  Yonder is my beautiful, holy Spouse:
    Farewell henceforth, &c.,
  I will remember nothing but my destination.

Much I love the faithful pilgrims,
  Who the rugged steeps ascend;
On their hands and knees they labour
  To attain the heavenly end:
    To the summit
  On my knees shall I come too.

Bruisèd hands, oh! stretch ye upward,
  Tired feet, walk ye with care;
The reward, the crown is yonder,
  My Belovèd - He is there!
    Earth forsaking;
  Now the journey's end is all.