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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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