Beibl fy Mam

Y cyfan oll sydd genny 'n awr
  Yn y cyfanfyd crwn
Yw'r fendigedig gyfrol hon,
  Yw'r Beibl anwyl hwn.
Mae'n dechreu gyda dalen deg
  Ein pren teuluaidd ni:
Fy mam wrth farw, megis mam
  A roddodd hwn i mi.

Rwy'n cofio'n dda rai enwau hoff,
  Ar ddechreu'r gyfrol hon;
Fy mrawd, fy chwaer, a'r baban bach
  Fu farw wrth y fron.
Rwy'n cofio'r hwyr darllennai 'nhad,
  Am Grist ac angeu loes;
Ac fel y codai'r Beibl hwn
  Wrth son am waed y groes.

Mi dreuliais lawer awr erioed,
  I feddwl am y fan;
Rwy'n gweld y teulu'n fyw, er fod
  Eu beddau yn y Llan.
Rwy'n gweld y plant ar derfyn dydd,
  A'r bychan byr ei gam
Yn myned ar ei ddeulin bach,
  Wrth lin fy anwyl fam.

Mae'r byd yn wag, cofleidiaf di,
  Fy Meibl anwyl iawn;
Y fynwent a'th ddalennau di
  Yw'r unig bethau llawn.
Esmwytha di fy ffordd i'r bedd
  Trwy ddysgu'r ffordd i fyw:
Crynedig dwylaw fo'n dy ddal
  Fys anweledig Duw.

All that I have now
  In the whole round world
Is this blessed volume,
  Is this beloved Bible.
Is begins with a the fair page
  Of our family tree:
My mother, on dying, like a mother
  Gave this to me.

I remember well some lovely names,
  At the beginning of this volume;
My brother, my sister, and the little baby
  Who died at the breast.
I remember the evening my father read
  About Christ and his throes of death;
And how he lifted this Bible
  While telling of the blood of the cross.

I ever spent many an hour
  To think about the place;
I see the family alive, although
  Their graves are in the churchyard.
I see the children at the end of day,
  And the small one with a short step
Going on his two little knees,
  By the knee of my dear mother.

The world is empty, I shall embrace thee,
  My very beloved Bible;
The cemetery and thy pages
  Are the only things full.
Ease thou my way to the grave
  Through learning the way to live:
May trembling hands be holding thee,
  Finger of an invisible God.