Vo Vyfleyemi radost' premnoha:
Zrodyla Diva bez hricha Boha!
Zrodyla Syna, spaseniye iste,
Dala Mu tilo nevynne chyste!

Yosyf Yeyi obruchnyk virnyi
Vystelyv v shopi zlobec' pokirnyi.
Vystelyv sinom dlya Mariyi y Syna!
Oy stala-stala dyvna novyna!

Na nebi zori vsi zasiyaly
Svoyeho Pana pryvituvaly!
A shcho naypersha, shcho naykrasniysha,
Osiyala shopku, naydostoyniysha!

Oy vorushat'sya vsi pastyriye,
Ne rozumiyut', shcho sya to diye –
Shopa palyt'sya, luna shyroka,
Spishat' spasaty masla y moloka.

Spishat' z lycyamy, spishat' z sumnymy,
A vil i osel letyat' za nymy –
I vivci smyrni znat' chuly Boha –
Vs'o zasapane, vsyuda trevoha...

"Ydit' poklonit'sya svomu Dytyaty,
Shcho v vashiy shopi bude lezaty!
Ydit' poklonit'sya Tvorcevy s'vita,
Vin vam zhotuye shchaslyvi lita."

"S'vyat-s'vyat-s'vyat Hospod' Savaoftovyi
Na nebesach vsich i na zemly noviy".
Drozat' vozduchy, drozat' fylyuyut',
Chorom anhely radist' vistuyut'...

Oy chuly-chuly vsi nichlizany,
Shcho s'vit veselyi teper nastane,
Idut' do shopy lyudy i tvary
Poklon otdaty, prynesty dary...

Dytyatko Boze, male nevynne,
Nasha nadiye, lado rodynne!
Rosty nam zdravyi, blahiy i velyi,
Daruy nam shchastya i mir veselyi.