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`Yn nediwn seint yn llinghedig, yn nediwn seint yn cor'


Comroig, RS Thomas

Perch ddef-eo yscrifer sig?
Eo su kemruis, gwiddeth?
Yn Comro pyr,
Torb i llo few wuin.

Sa'i riglafaf mui,
dugef-mi afont mellt,
Rhen ddyrid;
Sulfent ill yn dawn,

Eo mhod rhen parlar mew
Llinghedig probr - Iesu,
Llo pharol fon thud;
E affor llo...

Why must I write so?
I'm Kemrese, see?
A pure Comro,
Peat in my veins.

She claimed me,
Brought me up nice,
No hardship,
Only the one loss,

I cannot speak my
own language - Jesus,
All the good words;
And outside them...

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