Dychymig pwy yw?
Cread cyn dilyw
Creadur cadarn

Heb gig, heb ascwrn,
Heb witheu, heb waed,
Heb ben, a heb draed
Ni bydd hyn, na ieu
Noget y dechrau,
Ni ddaw o'i oddeu
Er ofn, nag angheu
Ni ddioes i eiseu
Gan greadurieu

Mawr Duw morwynneu!
Ban ddaw o ddechrau?
Mawr i ferthideu
Y Gwr a'i goreu
Y maes, ynghoed

Heb law, a heb droed
Heb haint a heb hoed
Ef eddig addoed
Ac ef yn gyfoed
A phymoes pymoed
Hefyd ysydd hyn
Ped pymhwnt flwyddyn

Ac ef yn gyfled
Ac wyneb tydwed
Ac ef ni aned
Ac ef ni weled
Ar for, ac ar dir
Ni wyl, ni welir
Ef yn anghywir
Ni ddaw ban funnir
Ar dir, ac ar for,
Ef yn anhebcor
Ef yn ddiachor
Ef yn ddieisor
Ef, o bedeiror,
Ni byd wrth gynghor
Ef gychwyn amgor,
Odduch maen ynyfnor

Er llafar, ef mud,
Ef yn anfynud
Ef yn wrdd, yn ddrud
Ban dremyn dros dud
Ef mud, ef llafar
Ef yn orddear
Mwyhaf i faniar
Ar wyneb daear

Ef yn dda, ef yn ddrwg
Ef yn a 'eglwg
Ef yn an'amlwg
Can his gwyl golwg
Yn ddrwg ac yn dda
Ef hwnt, ef yma
Ef ydd an'rhefna
Ni ddiwg a wna
No ddiwg a wrech,
Ac ef yn ddibech
Yn wlyb ac yn sych
Ef a ddawn fynych

Grwes heul ac oerfel
A dry naws awel
Teithi symydir
Ac ef ni ddimyir
Menhyd tragywydd!
Ys tydi wehyd
Ddylif oll yssydd
Pawb a'th edmygynt
Gwr a gawyn wynt
Er maint fo ymchwyd
Tonneu y werydd
Er gorfloed eryf
Ban ddel yn rhythrydd
Cyn traeth, cyferchydd
A'i yrfa dderfydd
A'm cuddwy tywawd
Ac ef yn ddeithawg

TRANSLATION
Who's idea was the wind?
Created before the deluge,
He is a powerful creature

Sans flesh, sans bone
Sans veins, sans blood,
Sans head, and sans feet
He grows nor older, nor
younger, than the first.
Nor fear, nor death
will turn aside his purpose.
The world of the living will never
survive the need of him.

Great God of the whirlwinds!
Whence comes his beginning?
Great the resources of Him
Who made the wind (which traverses)
Field and forest

Without hand and foot.
Without sickness or sorrow,
He is impatient of delay.
and he is co-eval with the
Five ages of the Five periods.
Morever he is older, though
it be half a million years.

And he is widespread
as the face of the earth.
Born he was not
Nor ever was seen.
On sea and on land
He neither sees, nor is seen.
He is unreliable
He will not come when desired.
On land and sea,
He is indispensable
He knows no restraint
His lot has not been cast.
He comes from the four quarters.
He will brook no counsel.
He starts on his round, from the
crest of a rock in the deep.

He is loquacious, he is mute,
he is frolicsome.
He is vehement, intrepid,
When he scours the land.
He is mute, he is loquacious
He is uproarious
The most tumultuous
on the face of the earth.

He is good, he is evil
He is blind
He is invisible
No eye can see him
He is evil, he is good
He is there, he is here
When he works confusion,
He will not repair what he does
He will not restore what he wrecks
And yet he is without sin.
Now wet and now dry,
He comes frequently.

The sun's heat, and cold
affect the feel of the wind,
Whichever changes his part,
But never is destroyed.
Eternal mind!
T'is thou that weavest
The web of all there be
All men honour thee
Whos dost chain the wind.
However much he upheaves
The ocean billows
Or shrieks his violence
when he comes in gusts,
Ere he touches shore, thou speakest!
And his race is run.
May the sands cover me,
And the wind be in full career.