Trefin Mill / Felin Trefin

The Mill no longer grinds, At Trefin beside the sea. The last pony has gone home, Bearing its load from the door. And the wheel that once would rumble, And grumble in the cwm, Since the old miller passed on, Has made its final turn. The kindly stream still flows, By the bare brow of the house, But it mills the barley no more, And the big old wheel is still. Where Llanrhiain's white wheat, Lay in heaps at summer's end. Now there's just some seaweed, And a scatter of green reeds. The quiet stone that guards the place In the pelting rain and wind Is a wordless memorial stone To former pleasant days. No one mills here now, And only time and the weather Erode and wear down, Milling the mill at Trefin. * Nid yw'r Felin heno'n malu Yn Nhrefin ym min y môr, Trodd y merlyn olaf adref Dan ei bwn o drothwy'r ddôr, Ac mae'r rhod fu gynt yn chwyrnu Ac yn rhygnu drwy y fro, Er pan farw'r hen felinydd Wedi rhoi ei holaf dro. Rhed y ffrwd garedig eto Gyda thalcen noeth y ty, Ond ddaw ned i'r fal ai farlys, A'r hen olwyn fawr ni thry, Lle doi gwenith gwyn Llanrhiain Derfyn haf yn llwythi cras, Ni cheir mwy on tres o wymon Gydag ambell frwynen las. Segur faen sy'n gwylio'r fangre Yn y curlaw mawr a'r gwynt, Di-lythyren garreg goffa O'r amseroedd difyr gynt, Ond' does yma neb yn malu, Namyn amser swrth a'r hin Wrthi'n chwalu ac yn malu, Malu'r felin yn Nhrefin. Felin Trefin (Trefin Mill)was written in 1918 by William Cryws Williams. (4th Jan 1875-13th Jan 1968) David Edward Pike did the painstaking English translation, keeping within the spirit of the original Welsh version.