“Diwrnod Shwmae Sumae” yw hi. Dyma’r cathod, yn cysgu yn yr ardd. Does dim ots gyda nhw am unrhyw beth ieithyddol heddiw.
“Shwmae!’ meddai Franz Kafka. Mae e’n frwdfrydig am unwaith.
“Gad i fi fod,” meddai Daf y gath, gan lyfu ei draed.
“Shwmae!” meddai Dewi Sant. Mae fe wedi bod yn yfed.
“Gad i fi fod,” meddai Daf, gan ddeintio ar ei gynffon.
“Shwmae!” meddai Santes Dwynwen, yn gwneud cwstard cariad.
“Cer o ‘ma!” meddai Daf, gan ymolchi ei glustiau.
“Wyt ti’n mynd i ddathlu dysgwyr Cymraeg o gwbl, Daf?” meddai Jeff y gath.
“Nadw,” ateba Daf, heb ddiddordeb.
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Saesneg / English
Shwmae Sumae Day
It’s “Shwmae Sumae Day”. Here are the cats, sleeping in the garden. They are not bothered about anything linguistic today.
“Shwmae!’ says Franz Kafka. He is enthusiastic for once.
“Let me be,” says Dave the cat, licking his feet.
“Shwmae!” says Saint David. He has been drinking.
“Let me be,” says Dave, nibbling his tail.
“Shwmae!” says Saint Dwynwen, making love custard.
“Go away!” says Dave, washing his ears.
“Are you going to celebrate Welsh learners at all, Dave?” asks Jeff the cat.
“No,” answers Dave, without interest.
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