| 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 |