Af finau i'r Iorddonen

Af finau i'r Iorddonen
  Yn ddiau maes o law,
Ond trwy fy Archoffeiriad
  Caf lan yr ochr draw;
Diangaf ar elynion,
  Yn iach i Salem dir, 
I hwylio'r delyn auraidd
  A meddu'r gwynfyd hir.

Mae yno lu o frodyr
  Yn awr ar ben eu taith
Yn ddedwydd wedi gorphen
  Eu pererindod maith;
Bu melys eu cyfeillach
  I mi yr ochr hyn,
Ond bydd yn fil melysach
  Byth fry ar Sion fryn.

gwelir: Rhan II - Fy enaid paid ag ofni

I will go to the Jordan
  Doubtless soon,
But through my High Priest
  I will reach the other side;
I will escape the enemies,
  Whole to the land of Salem,
To tune the golden harp
  And possess the long blessedness.

There is there a host of brothers
  Now at their journey's end
Happily having finished
  Their extensive pilgrimage;
Sweet was their friendship
  To me on this side,
But it will be a thousand times sweeter
  Forever above on Zion hill.