Gwelir mai'r bedd
yw lletty'r doeth,
Y ffol a'r annoeth unwedd;
Marw yw'r naill, a marw yw'r llall,
I arall gâd ei annedd.
Daw dydd i'r cyfiawn,
tranoeth teg,
Daw im ychwaneg estyn,
Daw im o'r bedd
godiad i fyw,
Deheulaw Duw a'm derbyn.
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Gwelwch mai'r bêdd
yw lletty'r doeth,
Y ffôl a'r annoeth unwedd;
Marw yw'r naill, a marw yw'r llall,
I arall gâd ei annedd.
Ni phery dyn
mewn parch a brî;
Mor freuol yw ei ddeunydd!
Ei nerth a'i degwch
(gwiwlys ddawn)
Yn fuan iawn a dderfydd.
Ond er difetha'r plisgyn hyn,
Er llygru'r corphyn marwol,
Caiff pawb a gredant, medd fy Nuw,
Ail-fyw mewn gwynfyd nefol.
Daw, daw i'r cyfiawn
lawen ddydd,
A dirfawr fydd ei wynfyd,
Caiff orphwys byth
yngwlâd yr hêdd,
Mewn llawn orfoledd hyfryd.
Edmwnd Prys 1544-1623
Tonau [MS 8787]: gwelir: Angau yw terfyn pob dyn byw Fy Arglwydd Dduw moniannaf Di Y bedd yw lletty pob dyn doeth |
It is to be seen that the grave
is the lodging of the wise,
Of the foolish and the unwise likewise;
Dead is the one, and dead is the other,
To another he leaves his dwelling.
A day will come for the righteous,
a fair morrow,
It will bring me an additional stretch,
It will bring me from the grave
a rising to live,
The right hand of God will receive me.
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See ye that the grave
is the lodging of the wise,
Of the foolish and the unwise likewise;
Dead is the one, and dead is the other,
To another he leaves his dwelling.
A man shall not endure in
reverence and renown
So fragile is his substance!
His strength and his fairness
(a worthy and pleasant gift)
Very soon shall pass away.
But although this shell degrades,
Despite the mortal body's corruption,
All who believe shall get, says my God,
To live again in heavenly blessedness.
To the righteous shall come,
shall come a joyful day,
And enormous shall be his blessedness,
He shall get to rest forever
in the land of peace,
In full delightful rejoicing.
tr. 2015,20 Richard B Gillion |
10 Not wisdom can
the wise exempt,
nor fools their folly save;
But both must perish, and, in death,
their wealth to others leave.
15 But God will yet
redeem my soul,
and from the greedy grave
His greater pow'r
shall set me free,
and to himself receive.
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10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt,
nor fools their folly save;
But both must perish, and, in death,
their wealth to others leave.
11 For though they think
their stately seats:
shall ne'er to ruin fall;
But their remembrance last in lauds
which by their names they call.
12 Yet shall their fame he soon forgot,
how great soe'er their state;
With beasts their memory and they
shall share one common fate.
14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led,
the prey of death are made;
Their beauty, while the just rejoice,
within the grave shall fade.
15 But God will yet redeem my soul,
and from the greedy grave
His greater pow'r shall set me free,
and to himself receive.
N Tate & N BradyA New Version of the Psalms of David in Metre 1696 |