Y Gylfinir (The Curlew)

Dy alwd glywir hanner dydd

Fel Ffliwt hyfydais uwch y rhos

Fel chwiban bugail a fo gudd

Dy alwad glywir hanner nos;

Nes clywir, pan ddwys a dy swn

Cyfarth dy anweledig gwn.



Dy braidd yw'r moel gymylau maith,

A'th barod gwyn yw'r pedwar gwynt

Gorlann'th ddiadelloedd llaith

I'w gwasgar eilwaith ar eu hynt

Yn yrr ddiorffwys, laes ddifref

Hyd lynfnion hafodlasau'r nef.



(Translation:)

Your call is heard at high noon-day,

A wistful flute across the mere;

As herdsman's whistle far away

Your call is heard at midnight clear

then hear we, as you swell your keen,

Baring afar, your hounds unseen.



Your flocks the massive clouds of grey,

And all four winds you eager hounds

Awhile do pen them ere they stray,

And scatter once more out of hounds,

A mute and restless drove on high

Amid the shielings of the sky