Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau (English Translation)
(Old Land Of My Fathers)
The old land of my fathers is dear to me,
Land of bards and singers, famous men of renown
Her brave warriors, very splendid patriots
For freedom shed their blood.
Nation, Nation, I am faithful to my Nation.
While the sea [is] a wall to the pure, most loved land,
Oh may the old language endure
Old mountainous Wales, paradise of the bard,
Every valley, every cliff, to my look is beautiful.
Through patriotic feeling, so charming is the murmur
Of her brooks, rivers, to me.
If the enemy oppresses my land under his foot,
The old language of the Welsh is as alive as ever.
The muse is not hindered by the hideous hand of treason,
Nor [is] the melodious harp of my country.