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.