Er cryfed yw'm gelynion

Er cryfed yw'm gelynion,
    Af yn mlaen, af yn mlaen,
Er gwaned yw fy nghalon,
    Af ynmlaen,
  Er poethed ydyw Sina,
  Er syched ydyw Baca,
  Er chwerwed dyfroedd Mara,
    Af yn mlaen, af yn mlaen,
  A'm golwg ar Galfaria,
    Af yn mlaen.

Fe dderfydd fy ngofidiau,
    Cyn bo hir, Cyn bo hir,
Yn ngwlad y gorthrymderau, -
    Cyn bo hir,
  Caf roddi ffarwel hollol
  I bob peth annymunol,
  A moli yn dragwyddol, -
    Cyn bo hir, Cyn bo hir,
  Mewn dedwydd fro heddychol, -
    Cyn bo hir.

Despite how strong are my enemies,
    I will go forward, I will go forward,
Despite how weak is my heart,
    I will go forward,
  Despite how hot is Sinai,
  Despite how dry is Baca,
  Despite how bitter are the waters of Mara,
    I will go forward, I will go forward,
  With my gaze on Calvary,
    I will go forward.

My worries will pass away,
    Before long, Before long,
In the land of afflictions, -
    Before long,
  I will get to bid farewell completely
  To everything undesirable,
  And praise eternally, -
    Before long, Before long,
  In a happy, peaceful vale, -
    Before long.