Lystya shelestom, tishyt' temryavu
dyvna pisnya suvorych dolyn
dykym vereskom, tychym shepotom
pisnyu cyu zaspivayu, odyn.

Ce lehenda samotnoho ozera,
de voda ye solona vid sliz.
Skeli hriznoyi, zamku drevnoho,
shcho syviyuchym mochom zaris.

Ya spivatymu pisnyu cyu,
Ty shukatymesh pravdy v niy,
pravdu tu ya zatysnu v strunu
i zahrayu na lyutni svoyiy.

Des' bilya ozera, na skeli
Sered lisiv ta sered trav,
De brodyat' dushi menestreliv,
Siriye zamok, bez zastav.

Kolys' davno, tam zyly lyudy
Karpats'kyi knyaz', chy zlyi baron,
I lyudy z sil pustyly sluchy
Pro pustotu otych vikon.

Ne znayu, yak znayshov cyu zemlyu,
Lysh pam’yatayu dyvnyi sad,
Na strunach lyutni pisnya drevnya
Ta zamku davnoho fasad.

Ce bula pisnya Beatriche
Ya chuv yiyi kolys' davno
Cyu pisnyu chasom vychor svyshche
Yak vkryye morokom selo.

Tut zyla yuna Beatriche,
Yiyi shukatymesh, znaydesh,
Sered kvitok stoyit' skulptura
Z-pid nih troyandy try zirvesh,

Odnu z kvitok postavysh v vodu,
Odnu do lyutni pokladesh,
A tretyu krov’yu iz desnyci
Zyvoyu krov’yu obillyesh.

V sadu, opivnochi skulptura,
Pidiyme lyutnyu, ozyve
I holos yunoho sukuba
Ponad kvitkamy poplyve.

Vtikayesh het', ta ni, ne v zmozi,
Zabudesh ridnych i sim’yu,
A v sylueti na porozi,
Ty ne rozhlediyesh zmiyu.

Posluchay pisnyu, v zhustkach krovi
Kochay Volodarku do sliz
Az poky struny ne porvut'sya,
Chy soncem zaiskryt'sya lis.

A koly vranci na svitanku,
Obiymesh statuyu nimu,
Na krov’yu zmochenu troyandu
Kryshtalnu nanesesh slozu,

I vse, shcho bude stiny holi,
Zelenyi sad, potvornyi shchem,
Lysh bilyi idol nad toboyu,
Ta siryi zamok pid doshchem.

I did pastuch pidpershy yasen,
Vdyvlyayuchys' v tumannu mlu
Rozkaze lyudyam: – Syvyi krasen,
Zi skeli kynuvsya v pit'mu.