Dod dy law, on'd wyt yn coelio, Dan fy mron, a gwylia 'mrifo; Ti gei glywed, os gwrandewi, Sŵn y galon fach yn torri. O f'awylyd, cyfod frwynen, Ac ymafael yn ei deupen, Yn ei hanner tor hi'n union Fel y torraist ti fy nghalon. Hen benillion | Traditional verses |
Put thy hand, dost thou not believe, Under my breast, a watch me hurting; Thou mayst hear, if thou wilt listen, The sound of my little heart breaking. O my beloved, pick up a reed, And hold it by its two ends, In half break it directly Like thou didst break my heart. tr. 2021 Richard B Gillion |
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