Dy alwd 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   Gorlann’th ddiadelloedd llaith   I’w gwasgar eilwaith ar eu hynt   Yn yrr ddiorffwys, laes ddifref   Hyd lynfnion hafodlasau’r nef.       (Translation:)   Your call is heard at high noon-day,   A wistful flute across the mere;    As herdsman’s whistle far away   Your call is heard at midnight clear   then hear we, as you swell your keen,   Baring afar, your hounds unseen.      Your flocks the massive clouds of grey,   And all four winds you eager hounds   Awhile do pen them ere they stray,   And scatter once more out of hounds,   A mute and restless drove on high   Amid the shielings of the sky