Nid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethus,
Aur y byd na'i berlau mân:
Gofyn wyf am galon hapus,
Calon onest, calon lân.
Calon lân yn llawn daioni,
Tecach yw na'r lili dlos:
Dim ond calon lân all ganu
Canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos.
Pe dymunwn olud bydol,
Hedyn buan ganddo sydd;
Golud calon lân, rinweddol,
Yn dwyn bythol elw fydd.
Hwyr a bore fy nymuniad
Gwyd i'r nef ar adain cân
Ar i Dduw, er mwyn fy Ngheidwad,
Roddi i mi galon lân.
Alternative Translation in rhyme ( by the author Malcolm Cowen )
I’d not ask a life that’s easy,
Gold and pearls so little mean,
Rather seek a heart that’s joyful,
Heart that’s honest, heart that’s clean.
Heart that’s clean and filled with virtue,
Fairer far than lilies white,
Only pure hearts praise God truly,
Praise him all the day and night.
Why should I seek earthly treasures,
On swift wings they fly away,
Pure clean hearts bring greater riches
That for life eternal stay.
Dawn and sunset still I’m searching,
Reaching on a wing of song,
Give me Lord, through Christ my Saviour
That clean heart for which I long.
The words of this Welsh Hymn ring out at sporting events when Wales is playing their beloved Rugby Union and at Eisteddfod’ Welsh signing competitions, the music is infectious and the words are powerful sounds in the Welsh language ringing out and rolling around the mouths of the choirs like a summer breeze in the welsh hills..
Its stirring stuff to hear the songs of your ancestors even if I am only one quater Welsh, the rest of me being the typical British hodgepodge of cultures that invade, or conquer or simply flee to it in times of adversity.
But it’s great to embrace a culture that your blood line connects to, and pick and choose the proud and the brave elements of ones legasey.
“Nationalism”, a proud word? Or is it an excuse for excessive avarice? Either way history judges it and we pick and choose versions of our history like picking groceries from the supermarket shelf, taking only those items we can enjoy and digest.
So I’ll sing along with the Welsh Hymn one day, and the next reject the religious bigotry that made the country small minded into the middle of the last centaury, a time when I was born to a Welsh mother who could not wait to move away from those green and pleasant hills..