Pe meddwn aur Periw
Pe meddwn aur Peru

Pe meddwn aur Periw,
  A pherlau'r India bell,
Mae gronyn bach o ras fy Nuw
  Yn drysor canmil gwell.

Pob pleser îs y rhôd
  A dderfydd maes o law;
Ar bleser uwch y mae fy nôd,
  Yn nhir y bywyd draw.

Dymunwn ado'n lân
  Holl wag deganau'r llawr,
A phenderfynu mynd ymlaen
  Ar ôl fy Mhrynwr mawr.

[Pe cawn y ddaear gron
   A'i holl bleserau hi,
 Mae heddwch Duw o dan fu mron,
   Gan' mil yn well i mi.]

gwelir:
  Mae pob pleserau is y rhod
  Mae ngolwg ar y wlad
  Pob pleser is y rhod

If I should think of the gold of Peru
  And the pearls of distant India,
A small grain of my God's grace is
  A treasure a hundred thousand times better.

Every pleasure under the sky
  Will disappear soon;
On pleasure above is my aim,
  In the distant land of life.

I would desire to leave completely
  All the empty trinkets of below,
And determine to go forward
  After my great Redeemer.

[If I had the round earth
   And all its pleasures,
 The peace of God under my breast is
   A hundred thousand times preferable to me.]