Elen a'r Eos
Eos fwyn pa fodd y gelli
Ar y gainc a llafar llon
Daro dant mor ber a melys
Pan fo pigyn dan dy fron?
Mae fy mhigyn innau’n boenus
Eto canu rydwyf fi
Cana dithau Elen dan dy bigyn
Ac nid cwyno am gael marw!
Gwneust i’m henaid gywileyddio
Dan dy gerydd Eos lon
Mynaf dechrau bywyd newydd
Gyda’r pigyn dan fy mron
Ar y helyg bu fy nhelyn
Yn grogedig amser maith
Os caf iachau fy mhigyn
Canu bellach fydd fy ngwaith
Tender nightingale, how do you
Sing so joyfully on the branch
Each note so pure and sweet
When there is a thorn in your breast?
My thorn is painful
Yet still do I sing
Sing Elen, in your pain
And do not complain of dying
You have shamed my spirit
With your rebuke gentle nightingale
I will begin a new life
With the thorn in my breast
My harp was on the hazel branch
Throttled for an age
If I can cure my thorn
Singing will be my work!
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