O Iesu maddau fod y drws ynghau

O Iesu, maddau fod y drws ynghau
A thithau'n curo, curo
    dan dristáu:
  Fy nghalon ddrwg a roddodd iti glwyf,
  Gan g'wilydd ŵyneb methu agor 'rwyf.

Ti biau'r tŷ; dy eiddo yw, mi wn;
Ond calon falch sydd am feddiannu hwn:
  Mae'n cadw'i Harglwydd
      o dan oerni'r ne',
  Gelynion i ti sy'n y
      tŷ'n cael lle.

Beth os rhoi 'fyny wnei, a'm gadael i?
Pwy gennyf fydd, ar ol dy golli di?
  Mae sŵn dy lais ar
      drothwy'r tŷ yn fwy
  Na gwerth y byd
      i enaid dan ei glwy!

Ai cilio 'rwyt? O aros, Iesu mawr;
Mi godaf, ac agoraf iti nawr:
  Ni chaiff fy nghalon ddrwg
      na ch'wilydd gwedd
  Rwystro fy unig
      obaith byth am hedd.

O torred gwawr
    maddeuant oddi fry,
Yr awel sanctaidd
    gerddo drwy y tŷ!
  Mae'r drws yn ddatglo,
      dangos im dy wedd –
  Cael dod yn debyg iti
      fydd y wledd.

O Jesus, forgive that the door is closed
And thou knocking, knocking
    while growing sad:
  My evil heart has given to thee a wound,
  With shame of face I am failing to open.

Thou dost own the house;
    Thy possession it is, I know;
But a proud heart wants to possess it:
  It is keeping its Lord
      under the coldness of the sky,
  Enemies to thee are in the
      house taking a place.

What if thou didst give up, and leave me?
Who would I have, after losing thee?
  The sound of thy voice at the
      threshold of the house is greater
  Than the worth of the world
      to a soul under its wound!

Art thou retreating? O stay, great Jesus;
I shall rise, and open to thee now:
  Neither my evil heart nor shame of face
  Shall obstruct my only
      ever hope of peace.

O let the dawn of forgiveness
    break from above
May the sacred breeze
    walk through the house!
  The door is unlocking,
      Show to me thy countenance -
  Getting to become like thee
      shall be the feast.

tr. 2024 Richard B Gillion