Hiraeth Am Feirion (Longing For Meirionethshire)
Yn y môr y byddo mynydd sydd yn cuddio bro Meirionydd
Na chawn olwg unwaith arni cyn i'nghalon dirion dorri.
Gwynt o'r mor a hael o'r fynydd
Cerrig llwydion lle roedd coedydd
A gwylanod yn lle dynion
Och pa fodd na thorrai nghalon?
Mi wnai llong o dderw cariad
A'i mast hi o pren y profiad
A rhof hiraeth arni i nofio
O don i don i'r wlad a fynno.
There is a mountain in the sea which hides Meirioneth
I had sight of it once only before it broke my heart
Wind from the sea and sun from the mountain
Grey rocks instead of trees
And gulls instead of people
I will make a boat of the oak of love
And its mast, the wood of experience
And put longing in its sail to make it go
Wave to wave to my own land
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