An Husor Bughes

Pan esov vy tamm anlowen, da yw genev kerdhes y'n nos ha mires orth an ster. Yth yw omglowans da dhe brederi braster traow ha kavos neb skeul a-dro dhe'm amovyansow. An bardhonek ma a dhastewynn styrya ow honan, an bys, an ollvys ha liwyow an nos. When I'm a little out of sorts, I like to walk at night and look at the stars. It's good to consider things and get some perspective of my emotions. This poem reflects considering myself, the world, the universe and the night's colours.      Moredhdra Yth esov vy omma Y'n liwyow troyllus A wer' ha purpur Galeksi koth A dreyl yn turus Yn y vewnans Po yn y dhiwedh ancertan My a neuvell Lowen a aswonder A liv ahanav Ha gwruthyl system ster Nowyth Ragov   Melancholia Here I am In the twisting colours Of green and purple An old galaxy That turns perpetually In its life Or in its uncertain end I float Content of the knowingness That surges from me And creates a star system Anew For me