Fernhill - Blino ar fath Blaned | Текст песни

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• Blino ar fath Blaned

Ped oeddwn i'n dyfod diwarnod ar daith
O ddilyn y ddiod oferdod yn faith,
Mi gwmpais o'r diwedd yn rhyfedd i'm rhwyf
I fwrw fy ngorffwys bron eglwys fy mhlwyf:
Ac yno canfyddes y ddoniol lân ddynes,
Pryd cynta' 'g y'i gwelais mi 'mnoefais mewn nwyf.

Merch beraidd, merch weddaidd, merch lunaidd, merch lon,
Merch gymwys, ail Fenws, hi friwys fy mron;
Wrth weled ei hymddygiad fal lleuad fai'n llawn,
Yn maeddu'r holl sêr, mwy serchogaidd ei dawn,
Un fanol lygeitu, a blodau holl Gymru,
Mae 'ngwyllus a 'ngallu ei charu o chawn.

Pei meddwn ddeheudir a'i brodir o'i bron
'Does merch gan un marchog gâi geiniog ond hon,
Tylawd wy! Waith hynny 'd wy'n nes er rhoi 'mryd
Ar garu'r ddyn beraidd fwyn hafaidd o hyd,
'Wy'n oeri mor irad, 'wy'n blino ar fath blaned,
Mae 'mwriad ar fyned i gerdded y byd.

Tiring of such a planet
As I was coming one day on a journey
Of following the futile drink lengthily,
I fell at last wonderfully to my contentment
To spend my rest near the church of my parish:
And there I perceived the able fair woman,
The first time I saw her I swam in pain.

Girl of sweetness, girl of complexion, picture girl, joy girl,
Girl of perfection, second Venus, she wounded my breast;
To see her behaviour, like a moon that would be full,
Surpassing all the stars, more loving in her gift,
One who is elaborate-blackeyed, and the flowers of all Cymru,
My will and ability is to love her if I could.

If I were to possess the southlands and it's hinterlands about,
There is no girl by a knight would get a penny but her,
I am poor! Because of this I'm no nearer giving my mien
To loving this pure man gentle summery still,
I am cold, so dire, I am tiring of such a planet,
My intention is to go to walk the world.