Opivnochi aystry v sadu rozcvily...
Umylys' rosoyu, vinky odyahly,
I staly rozevoho ranku chekat',
I v rayduhu barviv zyttya ubyrat'...

I maryly aystry v rozkishnim pivsni
Pro travy shovkovi, pro sonyachni dni, –
I v mriyach vvyzalas' yim kazka yasna,
De kvity ne v’yanut', de vichna vesna...

Tak maryly aystry v sadu voseny,
Tak maryly aystry i zdaly vesny...
A ranok strivav yich cholodnym doshchem,
I plakav des' viter v sadu za kushchem...

I vhledily aystry, shcho vkolo – tyurma...
I vhledily aystry, shcho zyty darma, –
Schylylys' i vmerly... I tut, yak na smich,
Zasyayalo sonce nad trupamy yich!..