Peredi mnoyu krov’yu nalyta Bchahavat Hita
Chy shche yaka-nebud' knyha buttya, a nadi mnoyu
Dvi sonyachni runy... shcho z ty, Ardzuno,
Strilyay, yak nalezyt', i zabuttya
Vse rozkydaye pid kolesa Sansary.
Vsi my prymary svoyeyi uyavy, hey!

Pryspiv:
Chare, chare Krishna, Chare Rama, hey!
Chare, chare Krishna, Chare Rama, hey!

Vsi my pid Bohom, tak pid Vsevyshnim
Chodym pid Vishnu, chy pid Chereshnu...
Derzit', bo voskresnu v polyach Kurukshetru!

Peredi mnoyu krov’yu nalyta Bchahavat Hita
Chy shche yaka-nebud' knyha buttya, a nadi mnoyu
Dvi sonyachni runy... shcho z ty, Ardzuno,
Strilyay, yak nalezyt', i zabuttya
Vse rozkydaye pid kolesa Sansary.
Vsi my prymary svoyeyi uyavy, hey!
Krishna, Chari Rama, hey!

Pryspiv