Ty narodyvsya Synom Lyuds'kym,
Miy Boze, Isuse.
Ty ruchenyata do mamy prostyahav,
Miy Boze, Isuse.
Ty zyrkav zdyvovano v ochi voliv,
Ty sluchav zdyvovano mekannya kiz,
I shelest solomy, i anhels'kyi spiv,
Miy Boze, miy Spase, Isuse.

Ty v svit cey pryishov, vid vichnosti – v chas,
Vid slavy Otcya – do hrishnych lyudey,
Shchob vypyty chashu strazdan do kincya,
Shchob kozen, chto viryt', mav vichne zyttya.

Ty po dorozi bihav bosoniz,
Miy Boze, Isuse,
Ty znav chvylyny shchaslyvi ta sumni,
Miy Boze, Isuse.
Mynaly roky, Ty yshov do mety,
Shchob volyu Otcya Svoho vykonaty,
Shchob hrishnych lyudey vid smerti spasty,
Miy Boze, miy Spase, Isuse.