Darfydded sôn am wrthod f'enaid mwy

Darfydded sôn am
    wrthod f'enaid mwy,
Tra byddwy' ngwlad
    cyhoeddiad marwol glwy';
  Mae llw fy Nuw,
      gwir yw, yn sicrhau,
  Mewn nefol iaith,
      fod gobaith yn parhau.

Haeddaswn fod
    y'ngwaelod trallod trist,
Er hyn, yn rhad,
    amlygwyd caraid Crist.
  Ar bren y groes
      agorwyd drws i'm ffoi:
  Mae gair y llw
      yn galw arnaf droi.

Tra gellir troi,
    ymdrechaf ffoi mewn ffydd,
O'm cyflwr certh, trwy'r
    nerth sy'n ol y dydd;
  Yn enw'm Naf,
      tra byddwyf pwysaf fi,
  Ar lw sy'n dal,
      ac aberth Calfari.

Let there be no more mention
    of rejecting my soul,
While I am in the land
    of publishing a mortal wound;
  The oath of my God,
      it is true, securing
  In heavenly language,
      that hope endures.

I deserved to be
    at the bottom of sad trouble,
Despite this, freely,
    Christ's love was multiplied.
  On the wood of the cross
      a door was opened for me to flee:
  The word of the oath
      is calling on me to turn.

While I can turn,
    I shall exert myself to flee in faith,
From my terrible condition, through the
    strength that is left of the day;
  In the name of my Chief,
      while ever I am, I shall lean
  On an oath that holds,
      and the sacrifice of Calvary.