Clywch genhadon Duw yn galw

Clywch genadon Duw yn galw!
  Bechaduriaid, heddyw dewch
I briodas Mab y Brenin,
  Croesaw grasol ganddo gewch:
Dewch yn glau, mae'n hwyrhau,
Cyn y caffo'r drws ei gau.

Pob peth ar y bwrdd sy'n barod,
  Swper peraidd wedi'i drin -
Gwledd basgedigion breision,
  A phuredig loyw win;
Weithian dewch, a bwytewch,
Gwledd o gariad yma gewch.

Hear ye the emissaries of God calling!
  Sinners, today come ye
To the wedding of the Son of the King,
  A gracious welcome from him ye shall get:
Come quickly, it is getting late,
Before the doors get shut.

Everything on the table is ready,
  A sweet supper has been prepared -
A feast of baskets of rich things,
  And purified clear wine;
Henceforth come ye, and eat,
A feast from love here you will get.