Yn iach deganau'r byd

Yn iach, deganau'r byd,
A'i wag bleserau i gyd,
  Difyrrwch ffôl;
Mae llais f'Anwylyd, Crist,
Yn beraidd ar fy nghlust,
Yn denu f'enaid trist -
  Af ar ei ôl.

Mae'i gariad Ef a'i hedd,
A golwg ar ei wedd,
  O ryfedd rym;
Yn dal i ddwyn fy mryd
A'm calon oll ynghyd,
Ac aeth pleserau'r byd
  Yn ddiflas im.

Farewell, trinkets of the world,
And all its empty pleasures,
  Foolish amusement;
The voice of my Beloved, Crist, is
Sweetly in my ear,
Attracting my sad soul -
  I shall go after him.

His love and his peace,
And the sight of his countenance,
  O wonderful power;
Still taking my attention
And my heart altogether,
And the pleasure of the world have become
  Tasteless to me.