¹ Geiriau Agur fab Jaceh o Massa. Dyma'i eiriau i Ithiel, i Ithiel ac Ucal:

¹The words of Agur the son of Jakeh, the oracle: the man says to Ithiel, to Ithiel and Ucal:

² Yr wyf yn fwy anwar na neb; nid oes deall dynol gennyf.

²“Surely I am the most ignorant man, and don’t have a man’s understanding.

³ Ni ddysgais ddoethineb, ac nid wyf yn dirnad deall yr Un Sanctaidd.

³I have not learned wisdom, neither do I have the knowledge of the Holy One.

⁴ Pwy a esgynnodd i'r nefoedd, ac yna disgyn? Pwy a gasglodd y gwynt yn ei ddwrn? Pwy a rwymodd y dyfroedd mewn gwisg? Pwy a sefydlodd holl derfynau'r ddaear? Beth yw ei enw, neu enw ei fab, os wyt yn gwybod?

⁴Who has ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who has gathered the wind in his fists? Who has bound the waters in his garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son’s name, if you know?

⁵ Y mae pob un o eiriau Duw wedi ei brofi; y mae ef yn darian i'r rhai sy'n ymddiried ynddo.

⁵“Every word of God is flawless. He is a shield to those who take refuge in him.

⁶ Paid ag ychwanegu dim at ei eiriau, rhag iddo dy geryddu, a'th gael yn gelwyddog.

⁶Don’t you add to his words, lest he reprove you, and you be found a liar.

⁷ Gofynnaf am ddau beth gennyt; paid �'u gwrthod cyn imi farw:

⁷“Two things I have asked of you; don’t deny me before I die:

⁸ symud wagedd a chelwydd ymhell oddi wrthyf; paid � rhoi imi dlodi na chyfoeth; portha fi �'m dogn o fwyd,

⁸Remove far from me falsehood and lies. Give me neither poverty nor riches. Feed me with the food that is needful for me;

⁹ rhag imi deimlo ar ben fy nigon, a'th wadu, a dweud, "Pwy yw'r ARGLWYDD?" Neu rhag imi fynd yn dlawd, a throi'n lleidr, a gwneud drwg i enw fy Nuw.

⁹lest I be full, deny you, and say, ‘Who is Yahweh?’ or lest I be poor, and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God.

¹⁰ Paid � difr�o gwas wrth ei feistr, rhag iddo dy felltithio, a'th gael yn euog.

¹⁰“Don’t slander a servant to his master, lest he curse you, and you be held guilty.

¹¹ Y mae rhai yn melltithio'u tad, ac yn amharchu eu mam.

¹¹There is a generation that curses their father, and doesn’t bless their mother.

¹² Y mae rhai yn bur yn eu golwg eu hunain, ond heb eu glanhau o'u haflendid.

¹²There is a generation that is pure in their own eyes, yet are not washed from their filthiness.

¹³ Y mae rhai yn ymddwyn yn falch, a'u golygon yn uchel.

¹³There is a generation, oh how lofty are their eyes! Their eyelids are lifted up.

¹⁴ Y mae rhai �'u dannedd fel cleddyfau, a'u genau fel cyllyll, yn difa'r tlawd o'r tir, a'r anghenus o blith pobl.

¹⁴There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and their jaws like knives, to devour the poor from the earth, and the needy from among men.

¹⁵ Y mae gan y gele ddwy ferch sy'n dweud, "Dyro, dyro." Y mae tri pheth na ellir eu digoni, ie, pedwar nad ydynt byth yn dweud, "Digon":

¹⁵“The leach has two daughters: ‘Give, give.’ “There are three things that are never satisfied; four that don’t say, ‘Enough:’

¹⁶ Sheol, a'r groth amhlantadwy, a'r tir sydd heb ddigon o ddu373?r, a'r t�n nad yw byth yn dweud, "Digon".

¹⁶ Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. , the barren womb; the earth that is not satisfied with water; and the fire that doesn’t say, ‘Enough.’

¹⁷ Y llygad sy'n gwatwar tad, ac yn dirmygu ufudd-dod i fam, fe'i tynnir allan gan gigfrain y dyffryn, ac fe'i bwyteir gan y fwltur.

¹⁷“The eye that mocks at his father, and scorns obedience to his mother: the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, the young eagles shall eat it.

¹⁸ Y mae tri pheth yn rhyfeddol imi, pedwar na allaf eu deall:

¹⁸“There are three things which are too amazing for me, four which I don’t understand:

¹⁹ ffordd yr eryr yn yr awyr, ffordd neidr ar graig, ffordd llong ar y cefnfor, a ffordd dyn gyda merch.

¹⁹The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent on a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maiden.

²⁰ Dyma ymddygiad y wraig odinebus: y mae'n bwyta, yn sychu ei cheg, ac yn dweud, "Nid wyf wedi gwneud drwg."

²⁰“So is the way of an adulterous woman: she eats and wipes her mouth, and says, ‘I have done nothing wrong.’

²¹ Y mae tri pheth sy'n cynhyrfu'r ddaear, pedwar na all hi eu dioddef:

²¹“For three things the earth tremble, and under four, it can’t bear up:

²² gwas pan ddaw'n frenin, ffu373?l pan gaiff ormod o fwyd,

²²For a servant when he is king; a fool when he is filled with food;

²³ dynes atgas yn cael gu373?r, a morwyn yn disodli ei meistres.

²³for an unloved woman when she is married; and a handmaid who is heir to her mistress.

²⁴ Y mae pedwar peth ar y ddaear sy'n fach, ond yn eithriadol ddoeth:

²⁴“There are four things which are little on the earth, but they are exceedingly wise:

²⁵ y morgrug, creaduriaid sydd heb gryfder, ond sy'n casglu eu bwyd yn yr haf;

²⁵the ants are not a strong people, yet they provide their food in the summer.

²⁶ y cwningod, creaduriaid sydd heb nerth, ond sy'n codi eu tai yn y creigiau;

²⁶The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks.

²⁷ y locustiaid, nad oes ganddynt frenin, ond sydd i gyd yn mynd allan yn rhengoedd;

²⁷The locusts have no king, yet they advance in ranks.

²⁸ a'r fadfall, y gelli ei dal yn dy law, ond sydd i'w chael ym mhalas brenhinoedd.

²⁸You can catch a lizard with your hands, yet it is in kings’ palaces.

²⁹ Y mae tri pheth sy'n hardd eu cerddediad, pedwar sy'n rhodio'n urddasol:

²⁹“There are three things which are stately in their march, four which are stately in going:

³⁰ llew, gwron ymhlith yr anifeiliaid, nad yw'n cilio oddi wrth yr un ohonynt;

³⁰The lion, which is mightiest among animals, and doesn’t turn away for any;

³¹ ceiliog yn torsythu; bwch gafr; a brenin yn arwain ei bobl.

³¹the greyhound, the male goat also; and the king against whom there is no rising up.

³² Os bu iti ymddwyn yn ff�l trwy ymffrostio, neu gynllwynio drwg, rho dy law ar dy enau.

³²“If you have done foolishly in lifting up yourself, or if you have thought evil, put your hand over your mouth.

³³ Oherwydd o gorddi llaeth ceir ymenyn, o wasgu'r trwyn ceir gwaed, ac o fegino llid ceir cynnen.

³³For as the churning of milk brings forth butter, and the wringing of the nose brings forth blood; so the forcing of wrath brings forth strife.”