Mae'r nos yn oer a du

Mae'r nos yn oer a du
  A rhua'r gwynt drwy'r TÅṖ,
Lle ceir ar lawr,
    a'i lygaid mawr,
  Y Maban bychan cu:
Medd rhai a fu,
    Ãḃ'i gledd a'i lu
  DÃṀi Un i'n rhoi yn rhydd;
Mae'r nos yn ddu, oer ydyw'r TÅṖ,
  Ac mae'r gwynt yn rhuo'n brudd.

Mae'r du gysgodion mawr
  Yn ffoi rhag tonnog wawr,
A'r gwynt y daw, a chÃḃn a ddaw
  O'r nef ddi-sÃẂr i lawr;
Ond bod uwchben un seren wen
  Drwy'r canu'n nofio'r nef:
A'r nos yn ffy, claer ydyw'r TÅṖ,
  Ac mae'r gÃḃn fel lwlian lef.

Mae'r nos yn oer a du,
  Ond hedd a leinw'r TÅṖ;
A'r seren wen o hyd uwchben,
  A'r gÃḃn fel gynt y bu;
Nid Un a ddaeth
    Ãḃ'i gledd a'i saeth
  I wared teulu dyn:
Boed nos yn ddu, claer ydyw'r TÅṖ,
  A'u rhyddhad yw'r Addfwyn Un.

The night is cold and black
  And the wind roars through the House,
Where here below is found,
    with his big eyes,
  The dear little Boy:
Some once said,
    "With his sword and his host,
  One shall come to set us free":
The night is black, cold is the House,
  And the wind is roaring sadly.

The great black shadows are
  Fleeing from the billowing dawn,
And the wind comes, and a song comes
  Down from a starless heaven;
But there is overhead one bright star,
  Through the singing, sailing the sky:
And the night flees, clear is the House,
  And the song is like a lulling voice.

The night is cold and black,
  But peace is what fills the House;
And the bright star still overhead,
  And the song like once there was;
One did not come
    with his sword and his arrow
  To deliver the family of man:
Let the night be black, clear is the House,
  And their liberation is the Gentle One.