Myfanwy

Paham mae dicter, O Myfanwy,
  Yn llenwi'th
    lygaid duon ddi?
A'th ruddiau tirion, O Myfanwy
  Heb wrido wrth fy ngweled i?
Pa le mae'r wen oedd ar dy wefus
  Fu'n cynnau 'nghariad ffyddlon ffol?
Pa le mae sain dy eiriau melys
  Fu'n denu'n nghalon ar dy ôl?
 
Pa beth a wneuthym, O Myfanwy
  I haeddu gwg
    dy ddwyrudd hardd?
Ai chwarae oeddit, O Myfanwy
  Â thanau euraidd serch dy fardd?
Wyt eiddo im
    drwy gywir amod
  Ai gormod cadw'th air i mi?
Ni cheisiaf fyth mo'th law, Myfanwy
  Heb gael dy galon gyda hi. 

Myfanwy boed yr holl o'th fywyd
  Dan heulwen
    disglair canol dydd
A boed i rosyn gwridog ienctid
  I ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd.
Aug hofiar oll o'th add ewidion
  A wnest i rywun,
    'ngeneth ddel
A rho dy law, Myfanwy dirion,
  I ddim ond dweud y gair "Ffarwel".

Why does anger, O Myfanwy,
  Fill thy
    black eyes?
And thy gentle cheeks, O Myfanwy,
  Not blushing on seeing me?
Where is the smile that was on thy lip
  Which ignited my faithful fond love?
Where is the sound of thy sweet words,
  Which attracted my heart after thee?

What was it I did, O Myfanwy,
  To deserve the scowl
    of thy beautiful cheeks?
Wast thou playing, O Myfanwy,
  At setting on fire thy poet's love?
Thou belongst to me
    through a true contract
  Is it too much to keep thy word to me?
I wish never thy hand, Myfanwy,
  Without having thy heart with it.

Myfanwy, may the whole of thy life be
  Under the bright
    sunshine of midday.
And may the ruddy roses of youth
  Dance for a hundred years on thy cheek.
Forget all of thy promises
  Which thou madest to someone,
    my lovely lass,
And give thy hand, tender Myfanwy,
  Only to say the word "Farewell".

Why is it anger, O Myfanwy,
  That fills your eyes
     so dark and clear?
Your gentle cheeks, O sweet Myfanwy,
  Why blush they not when I draw near?
Where is the smile that once most tender
  Kindled my love so fond, so true?
Where is the sound of your sweet words,
  That drew my heart to follow you?

What have I done, O my Myfanwy,
  To earn your frown?
    What is my blame?
Was it just play, my sweet Myfanwy,
  To set your poet's love aflame?
You truly once
    to me were promised,
  Is it too much to keep your part?
I wish no more your hand, Myfanwy,
  If I no longer have your heart.

Myfanwy, may you spend your lifetime
  Beneath the midday
    sunshine's glow,
And on your cheeks O may the roses
  Dance for a hundred years or so.
Forget now all the words of promise
  You made to one
    who loved you well,
Give me your hand, my sweet Myfanwy,
  But one last time, to say "farewell".