A chto choche Handzyu znaty,
Proshu mene zapytaty,
Ya vam skazu pravdu shchyru,
Tilky proshu, dayte viru.

Taka krasna, yako roza,
Yak topolya, taka hoza,
A v rum’yanci taka syla,
Shcho vsi cvity pohasyla.

Zuby, yako perla chysti,
Cyci tverdi i parysti,
A vse tilo, yak den, bile,
Kudy hlyanesh – vsyudy myle.

Tam-to Handzya, tam-to zuch,
Tam-to pys'o, yak pampuch,
Tam-to brovy, tam-to ochi,
Ciluy, ciluy, shche sya choche.

Yak ya Handzyu ne zobachu,
To sya tuzu, to sya plachu,
Skoro Handzya na mnya hlyane,
To vsya tuha perestane.

Yak ya z Handzeyu ziydusya,
Todi z to ya utishusya;
Tam-to brovy, tam-to ochi,
Ciluy, ciluy, shche sya choche!

Oy nay sya bahach ne chvalyt',
Shcho mene Handzya pozbavyt';
Ne voz'me my zadna syla,
Bo my Handzya, bihme, myla!