Navchit' mene roslyny zrostu,
buyannya, i kypinnya, y chmelyu.
Praslovom, nache zernom prostym
chay vcilyu v sut', mov ptacha trelem.

Navchit' mene roslyny, tyshi,
shchob stav sylnyi, mov duzi riky,
koly do snu yich prykolyshe
luna nezemnoyi muzyky.

Navchit' mene, roslyny, shchastya,
navchit' bez skarhy umyraty!
Spryimayu sonce mov prychastya,
chmilnym molinnyam i strilchatym.

Chay sonce praboh vsich relehiy –
zolotopere y zyttyesiyne
blahoslovyt' miy dim krylatyi.

Nakreslyu vzir yoho nezemnyi,
svyatyi ariys'kyi znak tayemnyi,
nakreslyu ya yoho na chati
i budu spaty vze spokiynyi.