1. Bûm yn dy garu lawer gwaith, I have loved you many times, Do, lawer awr mewn mwynder maith; Yes, many an hour in prolonged tenderness; Bûm yn dy gusanu, Lisa gêl, I have kissed you, mysterious Lisa, Yr oedd dy gwmni'n well na'r mêl. And your company was better than honey. 2. Fy nghangen lân, fy nghowlad glyd, My pure bough, my warm embrace, Tydi yw'r lanaf yn y byd, You are the purest in the world, Tydi sy'n peri poen a chri, You cause pain and anguish, A thi sy'n dwyn fy mywyd i. And it is you who steals my life. 3. Pan fyddai'n rhodio gyda'r dydd When I stroll during the day Fy nghalon fach sy'n mynd yn brudd; My little heart becomes sad; Wrth glywed cân yr adar mân On hearing the song of the little birds Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa lân. I feel great longing for fair Lisa. 4. Pan fyddai'n rhodio gyda'r hwyr When I stroll at nightfall Fy nghalon fach a dôdd fel cwyr; My little heart melts like wax; Wrth glywed sŵn y tannau mân On hearing the sound of the little strings Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa lân. I feel great longing for fair Lisa. 5. Lisa, a ddoi di i'm danfon i Lisa will you escort me I roi fy nghorff mewn daear ddu? To place my body in black earth? Gobeithio doi di, f'annwyl ffrind, I hope you will come, my dear friend, Hyd lan y bedd, lle rwyf yn mynd. To the graveside where I am going.
Some common variations are to use 'chur' (ache) instead of 'chri' (cry of pain) in Verse 2, and 'fyddwy' rather than 'fyddai' in Verses 3 and 4: the former is a literary form of the subjunctive of the verb 'bod' (to be). Here are two further verses which are sometimes used. Some, at least, of all the verses come from the 'Hen Benillion' (old stanzas of Welsh verse).
a. Pan fyddai'n rhodio yn yr ardd When I stroll in the garden Ym mysg y blodau sydd yn hardd, Among the flowers that are beautiful, Yn torri'r mwyn friallu mân, Breaking the tender primroses fine, Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa lân. I feel great longing for fair Lisa. b. Pan fyddai mewn llawenydd llon, When I am in merry joy, Fe fydd poenau dan fy mron; There will be pains under my breast; Wrth glywed sŵn y tannau mân Hearing the sound of the fine strings Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa Lân. I feel great longing for fair Lisa.
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