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Welsh lyrics:
Yr
eos a’r glân hedydd
Ac adar mân y mynydd,
A ei di’n gennad at liw’r haf
Sy’n glaf o glefyd newydd?
Does gennyf ddim anrhegion
Na jewels drud i’w danfon
I ddwyn i gof yr hwn a’ch câr,
Ond pâr o fenig gwynion.
Yr adar mân fe aethant
I’w siwrnai bell hedasant
Ac yno ar gyfer gwely Gwen
Hwy ar y pren ganasant.
Dywedai Gwen lliw’r ewyn
Och fi, pa beth yw’r deryn
Sydd yma’n tiwnio nawr mor braf
A minnau’n glaf ar derfyn?
Cenhadon ym gwnewch goelio
Oddi wrth y mwyn a’ch caro,
Gael iddo wybod ffordd yr ych
Ai mendio’n wych a’i peidio.
Dywedwch wrtho’n dawel
Mai byr fydd hyd fy hoedel,
Cyn diwedd hyn o haf yn brudd
A’n gymysg bridd a grafel.
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English
translation:
“The
nightingale and the skylark
And the little mountain birds,
Will you be a messenger to summer’s colour
Who is suffering from a new fever?
I have no gifts
Or expensive jewels to send,
To remind her of the one who loves her,
But a pair of white gloves”.
The little birds they went
They flew on their long journey,
And there by Gwen’s bed
On the tree they sang.
Gwen, colour of sea foam,
Said: “Alas! What is this bird
Who sings here so beautifully
While I am ailing and near death”.
“We are emissaries, believe us,
From the one who loves you
So that he may know how you fare,
Whether you are mending or not”.
“Tell him quietly
That I will not live long.
Before the end of this summer, sadly
I will be amidst the soil and gravel”.
[Translation - Dafydd Iwan] |
