Ti ddyn, fel gwelltyn gwyw,
I wyddfod Duw sydd dân,
Pa fodd y deui di
Heb gael dy losgi'n lân,
Nes i ti dd'od i
gysgod Iawn,
Sydd wedi croesi'r llyfrau'n llawn?
Bechadur anmhur ryw,
Hen elyn Duw y nef,
Cyttuna yn ddi-nag,
Yn fuan gydag Ef;
Rhag ei gyffröi i'th
droi byth draw
O dan ei ddialeddol law.
Edward Jones 1761-1836Caniadau Maes y Plwm 1857 [Mesur: 666688] |
Thou man, like a withered straw,
To the presence of God which is fire,
How shalt thou come
Without being burned up,
Until thou come to the
shelter of Atonement,
That has crossed the books completely?
Sinner of an impure kind,
Old enemy of the God of heaven,
Agree unconditionally,
Quickly with him;
Lest he be provoked to turn
thee away forever
Under his vengeful hand.
tr. 2024 Richard B Gillion
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