Mae Daf y gath yn prysur cymharu pethau yn uffern.
– Ddylwn dy gymharu â diwrnod haf? meddai hi i’r cythraul agosaf.
– Dim diolch, meddai’r cythraul.
– Mae cwstard sinamon Santes Dwynwen yn debyg i lud, nag yw e? gofyn Daf i Jeff ei chwaer.
– Ody. Beth amdana i? meddai Jeff. – I beth ydw i’n debyg?
– Does dim byd yn cymharu â ti, Jeff, meddai Daf, yn annodweddiadol o dyner.
Saesneg / English
Comparing
Dave the cat is busy comparing things in hell.
– Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? she says to the nearest demon.
– No thanks, says the demon.
– St. Dwynwen’s cinnamon custard is like glue, isn’t it? Dave asks Jeff her sister.
– It is. What about me? said Jeff. – What am I like?
– Nothing compares 2 U, Jeff, says Dave, uncharacteristically tenderly.
