Roedd hi'n noson oer a thywyll ym mis Tachwedd, pan gerddodd Dylan i mewn i dafarn draddodiadol Gymreig.

It was a cold and dark November night when Dylan walked into a traditional Welsh pub.

Coed yn cracian yn y lle tân a chwerthin a sgwrsio yn llenwi'r awyr.

Wood cracked in the fire and laughter and conversation filled the air.

Mae Dylan wedi bod yn aros yr holl wythnos am nos Iau gyda'i ffrindiau, Rhys ac Eleri, i ymlacio a mwynhau peint o gwrw lleol.

Dylan had been waiting all week for Thursday night to relax and enjoy a pint of local beer with his friends, Rhys and Eleri.

Cyrraeddodd Dylan wrth y bar, a'i fendith oedd y barman yn gwenu wrtho.

As Dylan reached the bar, he was greeted with a smile from the bartender.

"Beth fydd hi heddiw, Dylan?

"What will it be tonight, Dylan?"

" gofynnodd y barman gyda phobl yn sefyll wrth ei ochr.

the bartender asked with people standing by his side.

"Peint o’r gwrw gorau sydd gen ti, os gwelwch yn dda," atebodd Dylan gyda cheinder a boddhad mewn disgwyliad.

"A pint of your best beer, please," Dylan answered eagerly.

Ond pan gyrraeddodd i mewn i'w boced i dalu, sylweddolodd ei fod wedi anghofio ei waled adref.

But as he reached for his wallet to pay, he realized he had forgotten it at home.

Gwelodd Dylan fod Rhys ac Eleri eisoes yn cydio yn eu cwrw ac yn chwerthin ar ystlys y dafarn.

Dylan saw that Rhys and Eleri were already settled with their beers, laughing at the corner of the pub.

A ddylai ofyn iddyn nhw dalu?

Should he ask them to pay?

Na, doedd Dylan ddim eisiau bod yn ddibynnol.

No, Dylan didn’t want to be dependent.

Gyda phryder yn ei galon ond creadigrwydd yn ei feddwl, trodd Dylan at y barman a dweud, "Mae gen i gynnig i ti.

With concern in his heart but creativity in his mind, Dylan turned to the bartender and said, "I have an offer for you.

Rwy'n hollol ymddiheuriadol am anghofio fy arian, ond beth am seren i ganu i bawb yn y dafarn am fy nghwrw i?

I'm truly sorry for forgetting my money, but how about a song to entertain everyone in the pub in exchange for my beer?"

"Edrychodd y barman arno gyda synnwyr o amheuaeth.

The bartender looked at him with a sense of doubt.

Roedd Dylan yn adnabyddus am ei lais canu cariadus, ond roedd hefyd yn ddiwrnod prysur ac nid oedd y barman yn siŵr ynglŷn â'r syniad.

Dylan was known for his soulful singing voice, but it was also a busy day, and the bartender wasn't sure about the idea.

Dylan rhannodd gwên annogol, yn abl i weld y syniad yn dechrau tyfu yn llygaid y barman.

Dylan shared an encouraging smile, able to see the idea growing in the bartender's eyes.

"Wyt ti’n siwr?

"Are you sure?

Gall hyn greu sioe ar gyfer y noson," meddai’r barman gydag ansicrwydd yn croesi ei wyneb.

This could create a show for the night," the bartender said with uncertainty crossing his face.

"Credaf y bydd yn wych, a bydd yn rhoi hwyl i bawb," atebodd Dylan gyda hyder.

"I believe it will be great and will bring fun to everyone," Dylan replied confidently.

Wrth i Dylan gamu i'r llwyfan bach yn y gornel, dechreuodd y sgwrsio a'r chwerthin leihau.

As Dylan stepped onto the small stage in the corner, the chatter and laughter began to subside.

Rhys ac Eleri yn edrych i fyny mewn synnwyr ffydd, yn gwybod bod Dylan yn cerddor galluog.

Rhys and Eleri looked up with a sense of faith, knowing that Dylan was a talented musician.

Dylan dechreuodd ganu cân draddodiadol Gymreig.

Dylan began to sing a traditional Welsh song.

Mae ei lais yn glir ac yn gynnes fel mantell yn amgylchynu'r dafarn.

His voice was clear and warm, enveloping the pub like a cloak.

Pob llygad arno, a phob clust yn gwrando.

All eyes were on him, and every ear was listening.

Wrth iddo ganu, mae awyrgylch y dafarn yn newid, pobl yn dechrau swnian gyda'r alaw, tra bo’r barman yn gwenu a'i ben yn gwneud.

As he sang, the atmosphere of the pub changed, people starting to hum along with the melody, while the bartender smiled and nodded his head.

Ar ôl i Dylan orffen y gân gyda chymeradwyaeth uchel a chlod o bobman, estynnodd y barman peint ato.

After Dylan finished the song to high praise and applause from everywhere, the bartender handed him a pint.

"Dyma dy gwrw, Dylan.

"Here's your beer, Dylan.

Peint da am gân dda," meddai gyda gwenu fawr.

A good pint for a great song," he said with a big smile.

Daeth Rhys ac Eleri drosodd, eu wynebau'n llawn balchder.

Rhys and Eleri came over, their faces filled with pride.

"Ti wedi gwneud yn wych, Dylan," ebe Rhys, yn gadael ei ysgwydd yn frwnt ar ei gefn.

"You did great, Dylan," said Rhys, patting him on the back.

"Ti wastad yn dod o hyd i ffordd," chwarddodd Eleri yn llon.

"You always find a way," cheered Eleri happily.

Dylan, yn awr yn dal ei beint, yn eistedd i lawr gyda'i ffrindiau, yn teimlo'r cynhesrwydd oedd y cwrw a'r camaraderie.

Dylan, now holding his pint, sat down with his friends, feeling the warmth of the beer and the camaraderie.

Daethant yma am noson dynn, ond daeth Dylan i hyd i'w lais a'i le yn y dafarn honno, lle roedd cyfrinachau a stoic yn byw, ac roedd cariad am adrodd, canu, a cwrw yn uno pawb.

They had a tight night, but Dylan found his voice and place in that pub, where secrets and stoicism lived, and love for storytelling, singing, and beer united everyone.