Uffern yn Swydd Henffordd

Darn diddorol gan E.V. Knox ar y radio ba noson (Poetry Please ar Radio 4 gyda Roger McGough). A fyddai un o selogion y Parsel yn hoffi cael shot ar gyfieithu hyn, tybed? Gwobr fach i'r enillydd. Rhywbeth mawr o'i le ar odl y cwpled olaf, gyda llaw.

Hell in Herefordshire
The wild white rose is cankered along the vale of Lugg;
There is poison in the tankard; there is murder in the mug.
Through all the pleasant valley where stand the pale-faced kine,
Men raise the Devil's chalice and drink this bitter wine.
Unspeakable carouses that shame the summer sky
Take place in little houses that look towards the Wye.
And near the Radnor border and the dark hills of Wales,
Beelzebub is warder, and sorcery prevails.
For, spite of Church and chapel, ungodly folk there be
Who pluck the cider apple from the cider apple tree,
And squeeze it in their presses until the juice runs out,
At various addresses that no-one knows about.
And, maddened by the orgies of that ungodly brew,
They slit each others' gorges from one a.m. till two,
Till Ledbury is in shambles, and in the dirt and mud
Where Leominster sits and gambles, the dice are stained with blood.
But still, if strength suffices, before the day is done,
I'll go and share the vices of Clungunford and Clun
But watch the red sun sinking across the March again,
And join the secret drinking of outlaws at Presteigne.

y cynnig cyntaf wedi dod i law yn barod!  


Uffern yn Swydd Henffordd

Dreng yw’r rhosod rheiol yn nyffryn Llugwy ban:

Ceir gwenwyn yn y ffiol a yfir ar ei glan.

Ar draws yr henfro hyfryd lle pora’r gwartheg mwyn,

Codir y caregl dieflig i ddrachtio’r chwerw win.

Ac yn y teios bychain ar lan hen afon Gwy

Cynhelir gwyllt gyfeddach sy’n warth ar bob rhyw blwy’.

Draw, draw tua’r gororau a bryniau Cambria wen,

Y Gŵr Drwg sy’n teyrnasu, a melltith mwy yn ben.

Er gwaethaf llan a chapel, ceir annuwiolion lu

Sy’n plicio’r ’falau seidr o goed y berllan gu,

A’u gwasgu yn y dirgel nes tynnu’r nodd a’r sudd

Tu ôl i’r drws caeedig ar lawer aelwyd gudd.

Ac o dan erch ddylanwad y trwyth cythreulig, crach,

Rhwygant yddfau’i gilydd hyd oriau’r bore bach.

Mae Ledbri’n llwyr golledig, ei glendid hi dan draed,

A Llanllieni’n chwarae hap â dis sy’n goch gan waed.

Ond eto, cyn cael clwydo, os byddaf fyw ac iach,

Mi fentraf ymdrythyllu ar dor Colunwy fach

A gwylio eto’r machlud dros fannau Cymru lân

Yng nghwmni gwyllt ddiotwyr Llanandras, mawr a mân.