Rugby Night, Lights Out

Nos Sadwrn oedd hi.

It was Saturday night.

Roedden ni adref ar stryd gul yng Nghaerfyrddin.

We were at home on a narrow street in Carmarthen.

Roedden ni'n barod am gêm rygbi Cymru ar y teledu.

We were ready for Wales's rugby match on the TV.

Yn sydyn, aeth y goleuadau bant ac aeth y teledu'n ddu.

Suddenly, the lights went off and the TV went black.

Doedd dim sŵn, dim Wi‑Fi, dim byd.

There was no sound, no Wi-Fi, nothing.

Es i at y cwpwrdd a ches i ganhwyllau a matsis.

I went to the cupboard and got candles and matches.

Wnaethon ni oleuo'r ystafell fyw.

We lit the living room.

Clywon ni guro ar y drws; roedd Aled, y cymydog, yno.

We heard knocking at the door; Aled, the neighbour, was there.

Doedd ganddo fe ddim radio.

He didn't have a radio.

Roedd gen i radio bach ar fatris, felly wnaethon ni wrando gyda'n gilydd.

I had a small battery radio, so we listened together.

Roedden ni'n trio peidio â gweiddi'n rhy uchel, rhag deffro'r plant.

We tried not to shout too loudly, in case we woke the children.

Tua diwedd y gêm, daeth y trydan yn ôl, a wnaethon ni ddathlu.

Near the end of the game, the power came back, and we celebrated.

Wnes i roi'r tegell ymlaen, ac arhosodd Aled am baned.

I put the kettle on, and Aled stayed for a cuppa.

Dim teledu, ond llawer o chwerthin.

No TV, but lots of laughter.