Y Gylfinir - Aled Jones

Dy alwad glywir hanner dydd

Fel ffiwt hyfrydlais uwch y rhos

Fel chwiban bugail a fo gudd

Dy alwad glywir hanner nos;

Nes clywir, pan ddwysa dy sun

Cyfarth dy anweledig gun

Dy braidd yw’r moel gymylau maith

A’th barod gun yw’r pedwar gwynt

Gorlanna’th ddiadelloedd llaith

I’w gwasgar eilwaith ar eu hynt

Yn yrr ddiorffwys, laes, ddifref

Hyd lyfnion hafodlasau’r nef

The Curlew

Your call is heart at mid-day

As a sweet-voiced flute above the moor

As the whistle of an invisible shepherd

Your call is heard at midnight

Until one hears, as your sound intensifies

The barking of your unseen dogs

Your sheep are the boundless clouds

Your ready dogs the four winds

Penning your damp flocks

To scatter them again

A silent and restless herd

Across the heavens' flowing meadows