O na roddid calon imi, F'o'n galaru am bob bai; Nid oes drefn im' gael fy nghadw Heb im' wir edifarhau: Plant y dagrau a'r och'neidiau Welir fry yn dyrfa hardd, Yno'n canu am yr ucha' I'r Gŵr fu'n chwŷsu yn yr ardd!Casgliad Roger Edwards 1849 Tôn [8787D]: Diniweidrwydd (alaw Gymreig) gwelir: Wele fi bechadur aflan |
O that a heart were given to me, That would be mourning for every fault; There is no scheme to get me saved Unless I truly repent: The children of tears and groans Are to be seen as a beautiful throng, There singing at the top of their voices To the Man who was sweating in the garden!tr. 2019 Richard B Gillion |
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