Pryidy i zablukay v moyim sadu,
Moyim tyulpanam promovlyay rukamy,
I ya v travu shchaslyvyi upadu;
Ni pohlyadu ni slova pomiz namy.

A miy dviynyk kradet'sya miz vikon,
Prominnya krovi, dzerkala ulamok,
Vorozyt' i kaminnym lisom zamok
Dovkola tebe znov roste yak son.

De buv miy sad, z’yavyvsya mur bez mez,
V yoho biynycyach temnych kruky kryachut',
Ta znykne vse ce vmyt', koly pobachu,
Tvoye lyce v nayvyshchiy sered vez.