by John Ceiriog Hughes (1832 - 1887)
Translation by Thomas Oliphant (1799 - 1873)

Dafydd y Garreg Wen
Language: Welsh (Cymraeg) 
Our translations:  FRE GER
"Cariwch", medd Dafydd, "Fy nhelyn imi,
Ceisiaf cyn marw roi tôn arni hi
Codwch fy nwylo i gyrraedd y tant;
Duw a'ch bendithio, fy ngweddw a'm plant.

Llifai'r alawon o'r tannau yn lli,
Melys oedd ceinciau fy nhelyn i mi.
Nid oes a erys o'r afiaith a'r tân;
Gwywodd yr awen, a thawodd y gân.

Neithiwr mi glywais lais angel fel hyn:
 -- Dafydd, tyrd adref, a channa trwy'r glyn. --
Delyn fy mebyd! ffarwel i dy dant.
Duw a'ch bendithio, fy ngweddw a'm plant."

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  • Also set in English, a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist FRE GER ; composed by Joseph Haydn.

Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Thomas Oliphant) , "David of the White Rock"
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , "David vom weißen Stein", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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David of the White Rock
Language: English  after the Welsh (Cymraeg) 
 Life and its follies are fading away,
 Love hath departed, why then should I stay?
 Cold is my pale cheek and furrowed with care,
 Dim is my eyesight, and snow-white my hair.
 
 Near me, in silence, my harp lies unstrung,
 Weak are my fingers, and falt'ring my tongue!
 Tuneful companion, we parted must be;
 Thou canst no longer bring comfort to me.
 
 Yet ere we sever, thy master would fain
 Swanlike expire in a last dying strain;
 And when above him the cypress bough wave,
 Spirits shall murmur it over his grave.

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 92