Aderyn du a'i blufyn sidan, A'i big aur a'i dafod arian, A ei di drosta'i i Gydweli, I holi hynt yr un rwy'n garu. Un, dou, tri pheth sy'n anodd i mi, Yw cyfri'r ser pan fo hi'n rhewi, A doti'n llaw i dwtsha'r lleuad, A deall meddwl f'annwyl gariad. holi :: sbia dou :: dau doti :: dodi dwtsha :: dwtshio |
Blackbird with its silken wings With its golden beak and its silver tongue Will you go for me to Kidwelly, To ask the fortunes of the one I love? One, two, three things that are difficult to me: Are counting the stars when it is freezing, Placing my hand to touch the moon, And understanding the mind of my dear love. ask :: spy (on) tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion |
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