The Crow and the Swan – Y Frân a’r Alarch
A crow is born with the blackest of feathers. He looked dark and he was ashamed of his colour. He once saw a swan and he thought its feathers were gorgeous. They looked as white as the purest of snow and shined in the sun’s rays.
The crow decided that the swan was the most beautiful of all the birds in the land. After all, his feathers were the purest white.
TranslateMae brân yn cael ei geni gyda’r plu mwyaf du erioed. Roedd yn edrych yn dywyll ac roedd ganddo gywilydd o’i liw. Gwelodd alarch unwaith a chredai fod ei blu yn hyfryd. Roeddent yn edrych mor wyn â phur a’r eira ac yn disgleirio ym mhelydrau’r haul.
Penderfynodd y frân mai’r alarch oedd yr harddaf o’r holl adar ar y ddaear. Wedi’r cyfan, ei blu ef oedd y lliw gwyn puraf.
The crow asked the swan, “Good Morning, Mr. Swan. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
The swan said, “Sure. Mr. Crow. Please feel free to ask me.”
The crow asked, “Are you always in the water?”
TranslateGofynnodd y frân i’r alarch, “Bore Da, Mr. Alarch. A oes ots gennych os gofynnaf gwestiwn ichi? ”
Dywedodd yr alarch, “Wrth gwrs. Brân. Mae croeso i chi ofyn i mi. ”
Gofynnodd y frân, “Ydych chi bob amser yn y dŵr?”
The swan said, “Yes, for most of the day. I spend hours washing my feathers.”
The crow said, “Ah ok. And what else do you do with the rest of your day?”
The swan said, “Well, I eat green shoots and grass. I eat the weeds and the plants in the pond. That is all that I do.”
TranslateDywedodd yr alarch, “Ydw, am y rhan fwyaf o’r dydd. Rwy’n treulio oriau’n golchi fy mhlu. ”
Dywedodd y frân, “Ah iawn. A beth arall ydych chi’n ei wneud gyda gweddill eich diwrnod? ”
Dywedodd yr alarch, “Wel, rwy’n bwyta egin gwyrdd a glaswellt. Rwy’n bwyta’r chwyn a’r planhigion yn y pwll. Dyna’r cyfan rydw i’n ei wneud. ”
The crow thanked the swan and decided, “If I do exactly as the swan does, I will also become white and beautiful!”
The craw began to swim in the lake every day. He dived into the lake and ate the moss in the bottom of the pond. He ate only the weeds and washed himself a hundred times a day. His feathers however remained as black as ever.
TranslateDiolchodd y frân i’r alarch a phenderfynu, “Os gwnaf yn union fel y mae’r alarch yn ei wneud, byddaf hefyd yn dod yn wyn a hardd!”
Dechreuodd y frân nofio yn y llyn bob dydd. Plymiodd i’r llyn a bwyta’r mwsogl yng ngwaelod y pwll. Roedd yn bwyta’r chwyn yn unig ac yn golchi ei hun ganwaith y dydd. Fodd bynnag, arhosodd ei blu mor ddu ag erioed.
The weeds he ate did not agree with him and he only got sick and became very thin. One day he overheard a swan say to another swan, “The crow looks so beautiful with its shiny black wings and its even colour. I am so ugly and am so plain and white.”
TranslateNid oedd y chwyn a fwytaodd yn cytuno ag ef a dim ond mynd yn sâl a wnaeth a daeth yn denau iawn. Un diwrnod clywodd alarch yn dweud wrth alarch arall, “Mae’r frân yn edrych mor brydferth gyda’i hadenydd du sgleiniog a’i lliw gwastad. Rydw i mor hyll ag rydw i mor blaen a gwyn. ”
Moral: “A change of habits will not alter nature. Accept yourself for who you really are.”
TranslateMoesol: “Ni fydd newid arferion yn newid natur. Derbyn eich hun am bwy ydych chi mewn gwirionedd. ”
