Er fy mhechod minau godaf

Er fy mhechod, minau godaf,
  Ac a âf o'r aflan wlad,
A chan wylo mi anturiaf
  At anwylaf dŷ fy Nhad;
Ceisiaf fod yn un o'r gweision,
  Ag sydd yn'n llon eu gwedd,
A dywedaf - Fy Nhad, maddeu, -
  Er i'm bechu rho dy hedd.

Bron na welaf wawr yn tori,
  A goleuni'n t'w'nu draw,
Y cymyau'n dechreu cilio,
  Ac yn clirio yma 'thraw;
Credu wyf fod un yn gwenu,
  A fu'n gwgu arna'i fawr,
Ac fod gobaith caf fy nerbyn,
  Eto'n blentyn iddo'n awr.

Dos yn mlaen, fy enaid ofnus,
 Bydd hyderus, er yn wàn;
Un anfeidrol sy'n dy gymell,
  Un a all dy godi'r làn;
Pwy a ŵyr na cheir dy weled,
  Er mor ddued 'nawr yw'th liw,
Yn y côr yn Nheml Salem,
  'N canu'r Anthem nefol wiw.

Despite my sin, I shall arise,
  And I shall go from the unclean land,
And weeping I shall venture
  To the most beloved house of my Father;
I shall seek to be one of his servants,
  That are there in a cheerful condition,
And I shall say - My Father, forgive, -
  Although I have sinned, grant thy peace.

I almost see the dawn breaking,
  And light shining yonder,
The clouds beginning to retreat,
  And clearing here and there:
I believe that there is one smiling,
  Who greatly frowned upon me,
And that there is hope I shall be received,
  Again as his child now.

Go onward, my fearful soul,
  Be confident, although weak;
An immortal one is compelling thee,
  One who can raise thee up;
Who knows whether thou shalt be seen,
  Although so black now is thy colour,
In the choir in the Temple of Salem,
  Singing the worthy heavenly Anthem?