The Hawk

A hawk flies by like a dart - his glowing
Eyes burning fiercely;
Through thorn trees he takes a turn:
There's no song where he descends.

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Yr Hebog

Hed hebog fel dart heibio - a'i wgus
Lygaid yn tanbeidio;
Drwy y drain y dyry dro:
Nid oes gân lle disgynno.