Mae llevain mawr a gwaeddi Yn Ystrad FÎn eleni A cherrig nadd yn toddi ’n blwm Rhag ovn Twm ShÔn Catti.
In Ystrad FÎn this year, appalling The tumult loud, the weeping, wailing, That thrills with fear and pity; The lightning scathes the mountain’s head, The massy stones dissolve like lead, All nature shudders at the tread And shout of Twm ShÔn Catti.
