Nos Galan / New Year's Eve

 My a skrifas geryow finek an bardhonek ma nans yw teyr bledhen, ha hevlena my a vynnas y worfenna avel darn kowel. I wrote the last few lines of this poem three years ago, and this year I wanted to finish off the whole piece.

Nos Galan An jydh re hedhis unn weyth finek rag pols ynter anal ha koskik, Pan dhiwwynk dewlagas skwithys  ow mires orth hunros hwansus, Y hwilons styr nowyth an dordro ow mones yn sowdhan kammdro. Yma dhedha seghyer ankveys, possa gen pub dydh tremenys. Pystyon a vynn kastya'n Kalan yn-mysk glyttrans an owr honan. Korf gwiskys an diwettha our Na fors an mall po naghans pur. An bys a lagatt orth y vejeth Ha gwaytyans an steronydhieth Rag an howl a sedh orth diwedh jorna,  ha bledhen nowyth a sav y'n bora...

New Year's Eve The day has stopped one final time for a moment between breath and sleep, When tired eyes blink looking at a chanced dream, The search new meaning in the Earth's turn Veering off as they go. They carry with them forgotten baggage, heavier with each day passed. Fools will try to trick the dawn amongst the lonely glittering gold. The dressed-up corpse of the last hour No matter the pure joy or resentment. The world looks at the face And hope in the stars' knowledge For the sun will set at the day's end, and a new year will rise in dawn's first light...