Syn Boziy ot Otcya z neba znyschodyt',
Oto sya z Mariyi Chrystos dnes', rodyt'!
Lasku prynosyt',
Chto o nyu prosyt',
Hrishnyku proshchaye
I ochyshchaye:
O Boze! neizslidymyi,
Vsehda slavymyi!

O preslavnoye chudo! shcho z to sya stalo?
Chrystos na Sebe prynyav hrishnoye tilo!
Diva nosyla,
Diva zrodyla,
Yeho povyvaye
I polahaye
V yaslach na sini
V temnoy yaskyny.

Anhely spivayut' vo vyshnych Bohu,
I vo vertepi tvoryat' Yeho volyu,
Pastyriye hrayut',
Chrysta vytayut',
A vil boyit'sya
Osel tryaset'sya,
Volchvy Carya vytaly
Yak Ho piznaly.

A Irod lyutyi z toho smutyvsya,
Shcho Car predvichnyi na s'vit rodyvsya
Dity stynaty!
Krov prolyvaty!
Matery rydayut',
Na smert' vzyrayut'.
Na Chrysta zradu kryye,
I mech hotuye.

Yosyf starec' Mariyu poymaye
I do Yehypta z Chrystom ustupaye.
Mariya tulyt',
Dytya holubyt',
Anhel pylnuye
Dorohu vskazuye.
A Irod ide na viky,
V pekolniyi muky!

Irode bezumnyi vichno pohybay!
Ty Caryu rozdennyi vsich nas utishay!
Ty nash uchytel,
Ty nasha radost'
I vsyaka
Sladost'!
Blahosloveniya Svoyeho
Day nam premnoho!

Tim ko vertepu vsi pospishaymo!
Narozdennomu vraz zaspivaymo,
So pastyrmy zahraymo,
V husly udaryaymo,
I vozveselimsya,
So carmy poklonimsya!
By nam dav prozyty,
I v nebi byty.