Yr Adar Gwylltion (The Wild Birds)
Anonymous medieval verses from T.H.Parry Williams' collection 'Hen Penillion'
Gwyn ei byd, yr adar gwylltion
Hwy gânt fynd y ffordd a ffynnon
Rhai tua’r mor a rhai tua’r mynydd
A d'ad adref yn ddigerydd
Gwyn fy myd, na fedrwn hedeg
Bryn a phant a goriwaered
Mynnwn wybod, er ei gwaethaf
P’le mae’r gog yn cysgu’r gaeaf
Yn y coed y mae hi’n cysgu
Ac yn yr eithin mae hi’n nythu
Yn y llwyn, tan ddail y bedw
Dyna’r fan y bydd hi’n farw
Gwyn fy myd, na fedrwn hedeg
Bryn a phant a goriwaered
Weithiau i’r môr a weithiau’r mynydd
A d?ad adref yn ddigerydd
Perfect their world, the wild birds
That fly by the roadway and the fountain
Sometimes to the sea, sometimes to the mountain
And come blameless home
Perfect my world, though I cannot fly
Hill and dale and fellside
I want to know, however bad
Where the cuckoo sleeps in the winter
In the wood she sleeps
And in the gorse she nests
In the bush, under birch leaves
That is the place where she will die
Perfect my world, though I cannot fly
Hill and dale and fellside
Sometimes to the sea, sometimes to the mountain
And come blameless home
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