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PHILOMELA

Pan oedd Philomela fain
Yn cawfrio, pyncio yn y drain
Ceiliog bronfraith mwyelch mwy
Yn cytuno yn y llwyn
A'r du Orpheus ym rhoi cri
Oedd yn canu lwli i mi.

Pan roes Titan lewyrch llawn
I oleuo brigau'r gwawn
Ciliodd Phoebus i gysgod gwŷdd
Gwawrio'n deg a glasu'r dydd,
A thrydar adar yn y coed
A'r mesurau mwya' erioed.

PHILOMELA

When Philomela, oh! so slim
Was quavering, singing forth her hymn,
A bold blackbird also sang
From the bushes his notes out-rang;
Then black Orpheus also cried
A lullaby for me beside.

When Titan beamed his glorious rays
On gossamer boughs to sing their praise.
Phoebus hid among the trees
Till dawn walked forth on quivering breeze;
Indeed tumultuous was the throng
Of birds in woods and measured their song.