Darn 3 – Dyfyniad o’r llyfr ‘The Secret Garden’ gan Frances Hodgson Burnett (tt158-9) 
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They settled down softly upon the grass and sat there without moving.

Rhoddon eu cluniau i lawr yn feddal ar y glaswellt ac eisteddon yna heb symud.

‘Us mustn’t seem as if us watchin’ him too close,’ said Dickson. ‘He’d be out with us for good if he got the’ notion us was interferin’ now. He’ll be a good bit different till all this is over. He’s settin’ up housekeepin’. He’ll be shyer an’ readier to take things ill. He’s got no time for visitin’ an’ gossipin’. Us must keep still a bit an’ try to look as if us was grass an’ trees an’ bushes. Then when he’s got used to seein’ us I’ll chirp a bit an’ he’ll know us’ll not be in his way.’

‘Ninnau sy’m yn dangos fel ‘dan ni’n ei wylio fo rhy agos.’ meddai Dicson. ‘Sa fo’n ddig am byth efo ni tasa fo’n cal wybod ninna oedd yn ymyrru rwan. Mi fydd o’n dipyn o wahanol nes hynny i gyd dwâd i ben. Mae o’n dechra trefnu ei dŷ fo. Mi fydd’n fwy swil a mwy parod i gymrud petha’n ddrwg. Sgynno fo ddim amser am ymwelad neu erlid clecs. Raid i ninnau i gadw’n dawel tipyn bach a thrio edrych fel tasen ni’n bod yn laswellt a choeden a llwyni. Yna, pan ydi’o’di arfar gweld ni na i drydar dipyn bach a mi ŵyr o ni fydd ddim yn ei ffor.’

Mistress Mary was not at all sure that she knew, as Dickson seemed to, how to try to look like grass and trees and bushes. But he had said the queer thing as if it were the simplest and most natural thing in the world, and she felt it must be quite easy to him, and, indeed, she watched him for a few minutes carefully, wondering if it was possible for him to turn quietly green and put out branches and leaves. But he only sat wonderfully still, and when he spoke dropped his voice to such a softness that it was curious that she could hear him, but she could.

Doedd Meistres Mair ddim yn siwr o gwbwl ei bod hi’n gwybod, fel ymddengys Dicson, sut fasai’n trio edrych fel glaswellt a choed a llwyni. Ond dyweddod o y peth rhyfeddol pe tasai hi’n bod y peth symlaf a mwya naturiol yn y byd. Teimlai hi bod rhaid iddo fo i’w wneud yn hawdd iddo. Ac, yn wir, edrychai hi arno am ychydig munudau, yn meddwl os fyddai’n bosib iddo dod yn wyrdd yn dawel a thyfu cangennau. Ond dim ond eisteddai yn rhyfeddol o lonydd a phan siaradodd gostyngodd o’i lais cymaint y roedd o’n syfrdanol y gallai hi ei glywed, ond gallai.

‘It’s part o’ th’ springtime, this nest-buildin’ is,’ he said. ‘I warrant it’s been goin’ on in th’ same way every year since th’ world was begun. They’ve got their way o’ thinkin’ and doin’ things, an’ a body had better not meddle. You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you’re too curious.’

‘Mae’n rhan o’r gwanwyn, yr adeiladu nyth hwn ydi o,’ meddai fo. ‘Am wn i,  mae hi’di bod yn mynd ymlaen yr un ffor’ ers dechra’r byd. Gynnon nhw eu ffor’ o feddwl a neud petha, a well gan neb ymyrru. Ti’n medru colli cyfaill yn y gwanwyn yn haws na thymor arall os ti’sio gwybod gormod o betha’