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The Curlew's Cry (Yr alwad y Gylfinir) (Free verse) by Blurgerocity
Cymraeg:
Dy alwad glywir hanner dydd
Fel Ffliwt hyfydais uwch y rhos
Fel chwiban bugail a fo gudd
Dy alwad glywir hanner nos;
Nes clywir, pan ddwys a dy swn
Cyfarth dy anweledig gwn.
Dy braidd yw'r moel gymylau maith,
A'th barod gwyn yw'r pedwar gwynt
Gorlanna'th ddiadelloedd llaith
I'w gwasgar eilwaith ar eu hynt
Yn yrr ddiorffwys, laes ddifref
Hyd lynfnion hafodlasau'r nef.
English:
Your call is heard at noon by day,
A wistful flute across the mere;
As shepherd's whistle far away
Your call is heard when midnight's near
Then as you swell your keen the sounds
Bark out afar from unseen hounds.
With flocks the massive clouds of grey,
And all four winds your eager hounds
You must soon pen them ere they stray,
And flee once more out of your bounds,
A mute and restless drove on high
Roaming the shielings of the sky
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