Myfanwy
Paham mae dicter, O Myfanwy,
Yn llenwi'th lygaid duon di?
A'th ruddiau tirion, O Myfanwy,
Heb wrido wrth fy ngweled i?
Pa le mae'r wên oedd ar dy wefus
Fu'n cynnau 'nghariad ffyddlon ffôl?
Pa le mae sain dy eiriau melys,
Fu'n denu'n nghalon ar dy ôl?
Pa beth a wneuthum, O Myfanwy,
I haeddu gwg dy ddwyrudd hardd?
Ai chwarae oeddit, O Myfanwy
 thanau euraidd serch dy fardd?
Wyt eiddo im drwy gywir amod
Ai gormod cadw'th air i mi?
Ni cheisiaf fyth mo'th law, Myfanwy,
Heb gael dy galon gyda hi.
Myfanwy boed yr holl o'th fywyd
Dan heulwen disglair canol dydd.
A boed i rosyn gwridog iechyd
I ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd.
Anghofia'r oll o'th addewidion
A wnest i rywun, 'ngeneth ddel,
A dyro'th law, Myfanwy dirion
I ddim ond dweud y gair "Ffarwél".
gan Joseph Parry (1841 - 1903)
Myfanwy
Why the anger, Oh Myfanwy (Muh-van-wee),
filling your black eyes?
Your gentle cheeks, Oh Myfanwy,
not blushing at the sight of me?
Where is the smile that was on your lips
That was lighting my foolish faithful love?
Where is the sound of your sweet words,
That pulled my heart after you?
What did we do, Oh Myfanwy,
To deserve a scowl on your beautiful cheeks?
Were you playing, Oh Myfanwy
To set your poet’s love aflame?
You belong to me through fair condition
Is it too much to keep your word to me?
I will not try for your hand, Myfanwy,
Without having your heart as well.
Myfanwy may you spend the whole of your life
under the shining sun of noon.
And may the healthy glowing rose
dance for a century on your cheek.
Forget the whole of your promises
you made to someone, my pretty girl,
And give your hand, kind Myfanwy
just to say the word"Farewell".
by Joseph Parry (1841 - 1903)