Mil harddach wyt na’r rhosyn gwyn
Na’r rhosyn coch ar ael y bryn,
Na’r alarch balch sy’n nofio’r llyn,
Fy maban bach.

Mwy swynol yw dy chwerthin mwyn
Na chân y fronfraith yn y llwyn,
Na murmur môr o ben y twyn,
Fy maban bach.

Mwy annwyl wyt na’r oenig gwyn,
Na’r blodau tlws ar ochrau’r bryn,
Na dawnsio heulwen ar y llyn,
Fy maban bach.

You’re a thousand times more beautiful than the white rose
Than the red rose on the hillside,
Than the proud swan swimming on the lake,
My little baby.

Your laughter is more charming
Than the song of the thrush in the grove,
Than the murmur of the sea from the top of the dune,
My little baby.

You are more dear than the white lambkin,
Than the pretty flowers on the sides of the hill,
Than the sunlight dancing on the lake,
My little baby.

Plethyn’s Version of Mil Harddach Wyt