Mi bellach goda' (i) maes

  Mi bellach goda' maes
    Ar fore glas y wawr
  I weld y blodau hardd
    Sy 'ngardd
      fy Iesu mawr:
Amrywiol ryw rasusau pur,
A ffrwythau'r paradwysaidd dir.

  Edrychwch draw i'r de
    A'r gogledd, y mae rhes
  O harddach brennau lliw
    Po fwyaf bo yn nes;
Eu peraidd flas a'u 'roglau llawn
Sy'n dangos nefol, ddwyfol ddawn.

  O anghyffelyb flas!
    O amrywioldeb lliw!
  Hyfryta' erioed a gaed
    Ar erddi gwlad fy Nuw;
Hi, Gilead fwyn a'i haroglau pur
Bereiddiodd awel Canaan dir.

  Mae'r pomgranadau pur,
    Mae'r peraroglau rhad
  Yn magu hiraeth cry'
    Am hyfryd dŷ fy Nhad;
O Salem bur! O seion wiw!
Fy nghartre i a chartre'm Duw.

  'Does le i aros dim,
    Mi glywa' rym y ne'
  'Nawr yn fy ngalw i 'mlaen
    Yn fuan ato Fe;
Ffarwél, ffarwél,
      ddeniadau'r byd,
Methodd eich tegwch fynd a'm bryd.

gwelir: Mae'r pomgranadau pur

  Henceforth I shall arise
    At morning's early dawn
  To see the beautiful flower
    Which are in the garden
      of my great Jesus:
Various kinds of pure graces,
And the fruits of the paradisiacal land.

  Look ye yonder to the south
    And the north, the is a row
  Of beautiful trees of colour
    The nearer the greater;
Their sweet taste and their full smells
Are showing a heavenly, divine gift.

  O incomparable taste!
    O variety of colour!
  The most delightful ever had
    On the gardens of my God's land;
She, dear Gilead with her pure aromas
Sweetened the breeze of Canaan land.

  The pure pomegranates are,
    The gracious aromas are
  Fostering a strong longing
    For my Father's delightful house;
O pure Salem! O worthy Zion!
Fy home and the home of my God.

  There is no place to stay at all,
    I hear the force of heaven
  Now calling me on
    Soon to Him;
Farewell, farewell,
      attractions of the world,
Your fairness failed to take my attention.