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Y Blotyn Du

by Hedd Wyn

Nid oes gennym hawl ar y ser,

Na'r lleuad hiraethus chwaith,

Na'r cwmwl o aur a ymylch

Yng nghanol y glesni maith.

Nid oes gennym hawl ar ddim byd,

Ond ar yr hen ddaear wyw;

A honno sy'n anhrefn i gyd

Yng nghanol gogoniant Duw


The Black Blotch

Translated from the Welsh by Jem Burch ’25

We don’t have a right to the stars,

nor the longing moon even,

nor the cloud bordered in gold 

in the middle of the vast blue.

We don’t have a right to anything,

but the old withered earth

and all that which is chaos

in the middle of God’s glory.

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