Saf ennyd yma, f'annwyl, A rho dy law i mi, Ac edrych ar gyfaredd Y dref sy dros y lli. Mae niwlen ysgafn olau Yn do amdani hi: Hi saif fel dinas ledrith Ar lan y distaw li. 'R wyf innau'n dwyn rhyw fywyd Cyffelyb ger y lli; Yn llen oleuwen drosto Y daeth dy gariad di. Rhyw fywyd ysgafn olau Awyrol sydd i mi, Mewn byd o hud a lledrith Ar lan y distaw li.
Syr John Morris-Jones 1864-1929 |
Stand here a while, my beloved, A give thy hand to me, And look on the charm Of the town that is across the sea. A bright, delicate cloud Is a roof above it: It stands like a city of magic On the shore of the quiet sea. I myself am leading some comparable Life by the sea; As a bright white sheet over it Came thy love. Some bright, delicate, airy Light there is to me, In a world of enchantment and magic On the shore of the quiet sea. tr. 2018 Richard B Gillion |
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