Cymraeg

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion enwogion o fri
Ei gwrol ryfelwr, gwlad garwyr tra mad
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

Gwlad Gwlad,
Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad,
Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau

Land of my Fathers, O land of the free,
A land of poets and minstrels, famed men.
Her brave warriors, patriots much blessed,
It was for freedom that they lost their blood.

Wales! Wales!,
I am devoted to my country.
So long as the sea is a wall to this fair beautiful land,
May the ancient language remain.

Wele goelcerth wen yn fflamio
A thafodau tân yn bloeddio
Ar i'r dewrion ddod i daro,
Unwaith eto'n un:
Gan fanllefau'r tywysogion,
Llais gelynion, trwst arfogion,
A charlamiad y marchogion,
Craig ar graig a gryn
Arfon byth ni orfydd,
Cenir yn dragywydd;
Cymru fydd fel Cymru fu,
Yn glodfawr ymysg gwledydd;
'Ngwyn oleuni'r goelcerth acw,
Tros wefusau Cymro'n marw,
Annibyniaeth sydd yn galw,
Am ei dewraf ddyn.

Ni chaiff gelyn ladd ac ymlid
Harlech! Harlech! cwyd i'w herlid
Y mae Rhoddwr mawr ein Rhyddid
Yn rhoi nerth i ni.
Wele Gymru a'i byddinoedd
Yn ymdywallt o'r mynyddoedd!
Rhuthrant fel rhaeadrau dyfroedd,
Llamant fel y lli!
Llwyddiant i'n marchogion
Rwystro gledd yr estron!
Gwybod yn ei galon gaiff,
Fel bratha cleddyf Brython;
Y cledd yn erbyn cledd a chwery,
Dur yn erbyn dur a dery,
Wele faner Gwalia'i fyny,
Rhyddid aiff â hi!

Men of Harlech! In the Hollow,
Do ye hear like rushing billow
Wave on wave that surging follow
Battle's distant sound?
Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen,
Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen,
Be they knights or hinds or yeomen,
They shall bite the ground!
Loose the folds asunder,
Flag we conquer under!
The placid sky now bright on high,
Shall launch its bolts in thunder!
Onward! 'tis the country needs us,
He is bravest, he who leads us
Honor's self now proudly heads us,
Freedom, God and Right!

Rocky Steeps and passes narrow,
Flash with spear and flight of arrow
Who would think of death or sorrow?
Death is glory now!
Hurl the reeling horsemen over,
Let the earth dead foemen cover
Fate of friend, of wife, of lover,
Trembles on a blow!
Strands of life are riven!
Blow for blow is given
In deadly lock, or battle shock,
And mercy shrieks to heaven!
Men of Harlech! young or hoary,
Would you win a name in story?
Strike for home, for life, for glory!
Freedom, God and Right!

Holl amrantau'r sêr ddywedant,
Ar hyd y nos,
'Dyma'r ffordd i fro gogoniant,
Ar hyd y nos.
Golau arall yw tywyllwch,
I arddangos gwir brydferthwch
Teulu'r nefoedd mewn tawelwch,
Ar hyd y nos.

O mor siriol gwena seren,
Ar hyd y nos,
I oleuo'i chwaer-ddaearen,
Ar hyd y nos.
Nos yw henaint pan ddaw cystudd,
Ond i harddu dyn a'i hwyrddydd,
Rhown ein golau gwan i'n gilydd,
Ar hyd y nos.

All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
God his loving vigil keeping
All through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
Through your dreams you’re softly stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Christmas time is so appealing
All through the night

You, my God, a Babe of wonder
All through the night
Dreams you dream can’t break from thunder
All through the night
Children’s dreams cannot be broken
Life is but a lovely token
Christmas should be softly spoken
All through the night

Oer yw'r gwr sy'n methu caru,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hen fynyddoedd annwyl Cymru,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Iddo ef a'u câr gynhesaf
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Gwyia llawen flwyddyn nesaf,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

I'r helbulus oer yw'r biliau,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Sydd yn dyfod yn y gwyliau,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Gwrando bregeth mewn un pennill,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Byth na waria fwy na'th ennill,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Oer yw'r eira ar Eryri,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Er fod gwrthban gwlanen arni,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Oer yw'r bobol na ofalan',
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Gwrdd â'i gilydd ar Nos Galan,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Deck the hall with boughs of holly,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
'Tis the season to be jolly,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don we now our gay apparel,
   Fa la la la la la la,
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing Yule before us,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Follow me in merry measure,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yuletide treasure,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Sing we joyous all together,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

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Soon the hoar old year must leave us,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
But the parting must not grieve us
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
When the new year comes tomorrow
   Fa la la la la, la la la la
Let him find no trace of sorrow
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

He our pleasures may redouble,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
He may bring us store of trouble,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hope the best and gaily meet him,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
With a jovial chorus greet him,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

At his birth, he brings us gladness,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Ponder not on future sadness,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Anxious care is now but folly,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fill the mead-cup, hand the holly,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E'en tho' it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear,
Steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!