(1) [2] Fy Nuw, 'rwy'n llefain - tithau heb Roi im' mo'r atteb etto; Bob dydd a nos mae 'nghri'n ddi-ffael, A heb gael mo'm dyhuddo. (2) [3] A thi wyt Sanct, Sanct i barhau, Lle daw gweddïau'n wastad; A holl dŷ Isräel a'u clod, A'u pwys a'u hystod attad. (3) [4] Ynot gobeithiai'n tadau ni, A thydi oedd eu bwcled: Ymddiried ynot, Arglwydd hael, Ac felly cael ymwared. (4) [5] Llefasant drwy ymddiried gynt, Da fuost iddynt, Arglwydd: Eu hachub hwynt a wnaethost ti, Rhag cyni, a rhag gw'radwydd. (5) [10] Arnat ti bwriwyd fi o'r bru, Arnat ti bu f'ymddiried; Fy Nuw wyt ti o groth fy mam, Ffyddiais it am fy ngwared. (6) [11] Oddi wrthyf fi yn bell na ddos, Tra fo yn agos flinder, I'm cymhorth i, gan nad oes neb A drotho ei wyneb tyner. (7) [19] Tithau fy nerth, a'm Harglwydd da, Nac ymbellhâ oddi wrthyf; O! brysia, tydi yw fy mhorth, A thyr'd â chymmhorth heinyf. (8) [22] Mynegaf finnau d'enw'n bur I'm brodyr yn yr orsedd, Lle mwya'r gynnulleidfa lân, Dy glod a wna'n gyfannedd. (9) [27] Trigolion byd a dro'nt yn rhwydd At yr Arglwydd, pan gofiant: A holl dylwythau'r ddaear hon Ddont ger ei fron - ymgrymant. (10) [30] Y rhai'n a'u hâd oll yn un fryd, Gwnant iddo gyd wasanaeth; A'r rhai'n i'r Arglwydd drwy'r holl dir A rifir yn genhedlaeth.EP Edmwnd Prys 1544-1623
Tonau [MS 8787]: gwelir: Oddi wrthyf fi yn bell na ddos Trigolion byd a drônt yn rhwydd Ynot gobeithiai'n tadau ni |
(1) [2] My God, I am crying out - without thee Giving me any answer yet; Every day and night my cry is unfailing, And without getting any consolation. (2) [3] Yet thou art Holy, Holy to endure, Where prayers come constantly; And all the house of Israel and their praise, And their leaning and their lifetime to thee. (3) [4] In thee our fathers used to hope, And thou wast their buckler: They trusted in thee, generous Lord, And thus got deliverance. (4) [5] They cried out through trust formerly, Good thou wast to them, Lord: Save them thou didst, From distress, and from reproach. (5) [10] Upon thee I was cast from the uterus, On thee was my trust; My God art thou from my mother's womb, I have trusted in thee to deliver me. (6) [11] From me do not go far, While ever affliction be near, To help me, since there is no-one Who will turn his tender face. (7) [19] Thou my strength, and my good Lord, Do not distance thyself from me; Oh hurry, it is thou who art my help, And bring help briskly. (8) [22] I will express thy pure name To my brothers in the assembly, Where the greatest of the holy congregation, Thy praise make inhabitable. (9) [27] Residents of the world will turn freely To the Lord, when they remember: And all the tribes of this earth Will come before thee - they will bow down. (10) [30] Some with their seed all in one mind, They will perform such service to him; And some to the Lord through the whole land Are to be counted as a generation.tr. 2011 Richard B Gillion |
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