Oed y Bardd

Rhagor na deg ar hugain - yw mlwyddau
    Aml heddyw 'r wy'n ochain;
  Er nad rhyw hen-oed yw'r rhai'n,
  Ond agos iawn yw deugain.

Be digwydd byw y deugain, - dyn gwanaidd,
    Dan gwyno ac ochain,
  Ac aml groes i f'einioes fain,
  Tra agos byddai trugain.

Onid drwg iawn y trugain? - ychydig
    Bach wed 'yn a arwain,
  At y rhai mwyaf truain,
  Ambell hen wr musgrell main.

Drygau y pedwar ugain, - anallael,
    Na ellir braidd ubain;
  Prif haint yr henaint yw'r rhai'n,
  Gwachul a chul a chelain.

More than thirty - are my years
    Often today I am sighing;
  Although not some old-age is that,
  But very close to forty.

If he happens to live the forty - a weakish man,
    Complaining and groaning,
  With many a cross to my delicate life,
  While waiting to be sixty.

Isn't very bad the sixty? - a little
    While, then it leads,
  To the one most pitiable,
  Some delicate, frail, old man.

The evils of eighty, - insufferable,
    He can hardly howl;
  The chief disease of old age are those,
  Gaunt and thin and a corpse.