Pani Haliciye, Vy u intryhach stolit' –
Ni! – ne schylyly chola pid shachraystvom hanby.
Zvabu statury zronyly na syvyi hranit.
Vy pid sonaty doshchu karbuvaly slidy.

Pryspiv:
Ya lamayu pohlyad sviy pered Vamy, pani,
Pered velychchyu krasy vklonyayusya v durmani.

Vasha Velychnoste, z-pid nadvechir’ya hardyn
Pohlyad, mov let zuravlya, zacharovuvav myt'.
Hraciya Vasha, manery, tayemnist' perlyn –
To Vasha dochka, ne Vy – znov u hrudyach shtormyt'.

Pryspiv

Pani, daruyte, ce Vy, chy zdalosya meni?
Vy, bo zavmerlo povitrya i blidnut' slova.
Chy ne zmochyly Vy plattya v osinnim doshchi?
Mabut', ne smiyu pytat' – b’yu kalyuz dzerkala.

Pryspiv