我が祖先の地(ウェールズ国家)

This land of my fathers is dear to me

Land of poets and singers, and people of stature

Her brave warriors, fine patriots

Shed their blood for freedom

Land! Land! I am true to my land!

As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land

May the language endure for ever.

Old land of the mountains, paradise of the poets,

Every valley, every cliff a beauty guards;

Through love of my country, enchanting voices will be

Her streams and rivers to me.

Land! Land! I am true to my land!

As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land

May the language endure for ever.

Though the enemy have trampled my country underfoot,

The old language of the Welsh knows no retreat,

The spirit is not hindered by the treacherous hand

Nor silenced the sweet harp of my land.

Land! Land! I am true to my land!

As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land

May the language endure for ever.