Songtexte Sul Y Blodau - Rhys Meirion

Translated
Under the blue stone and the flowers
Sleep, pearl of thy mother;
Thy father and I do know
Thou wilt receive no harm;
I know that not
a single grave of a little one is
Without its bright angel,
Sleep, my child, here on thy own,
Sleep, Goronwy Wyn.

I remember when thou wast at home
Sleeping with us,
I would prevent the children of the town
From disturbing thee:
But tonight I would happily let them
With their merry wholesomeness
If there were hope of their awakening
My little Goronwy.

Sleep, my child, without thy mammy,
Sleep in God's acre;
We have collected flowers for thee,
It is Flowers Sunday:
Six small primroses that say
That it is summer,
Sleep beneath them without seeing them
Sleep, my rose.

What to love are month and year?
Sleep, my prettiest one;
Art not thou my only child
Who dost not get any older?
The others shift, shift,
And are a worry to me;
But not so thou, my darling -
The dead one does not wander!

Under the blue stone, Goronwy,
Sleep somewhat longer;
One must say "Good night," Goronwy,
Take leave of thee I do.
There is no need of a hand to rock thee
In thy new cradle,
Sleep until we see each other again,
Sleep and be blessed.
Tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion

Welsh
Dan y garreg las a'r blodau
Cysga berl dy fam;
Gwybod mae dy dad a minnau
Na dderbynni gam;
Gwn nad oes un beddrod bychan
Heb ei angel gwyn,
Cwsg fy mhlentyn yma'th hunan,
Cwsg, Goronwy Wyn.

Cofio 'r wy pan oeddit gartre'n
Cysgu gyda ni,
Rhwystro fynnwn blant y pentre'
Rhag dy darfu di:
Ond bodlonwn iddynt heno
Gyda'u miri iach
Pe bai obaith iddynt ddeffro
Fy Ngoronwy bach.

Cwsg, fy mhlentyn, heb dy fami,
Cwsg yn erw Duw;
Casglu blodau buom iti,
Sul y Blodau yw:
Chwe briallen fach y ddywed
Mai yr haf yw hi,
Cwsg odanynt heb eu gweled
Cwsg, fy rhosyn i.

Dan y garreg las, Goronwy,
Cysga beth yn hwy;
Rhaid yw dweud "Nos da", Goronwy,
Mynd a'th ado'r wy.
Nid oes eisiau llaw i'th siglo
Yn dy newydd grud,
Cwsg nes gweld ein gilydd eto,
Cwsg a gwyn dy fyd.