Aeth Mair gan ddewis y rhan dda

Aeth Mair, gan ddewis y rhan dda,
  I lawr at draed yr Iesu gwiw,
A chalon isel Lydia fwyn
  A wnaed yn addas deml i Dduw;
Y galon decaf oll yn wir
Sy'n gwisgo gostyngeiddrwydd pur.

Y sant gaiff uchaf goron nef
  Yw'r isaf ei addoliad gŵyl,
Gan bwys gogoniant plyg i lawr,
  Pan fwyaf fyddo'i nefol hwyl;
Agosaf i'r orseddfainc fry 
Yw troed-fainc gostyngeiddrwydd cu.

Mary went, having chosen the good part,
  Down at the feet of the worthy Jesus,
And the lowly heart of gentle Lydia
  Was made a fitting temple for God;
The fairest heart of all truly
Is wearing pure humility.

The saint who gets the highest crown of heaven
  Is the lowest in his unassuming worship,
With the weight of glory he bows down,
  When greatest is his heavenly joy;
I will approach the throne above
Which is the foot-stool of dear humility.