Stelyly bili obrusy,
i snovyhaly v bezhominni
try chlopci, try dushi, try tini,
usi spodobani krasy.
I daleniv brunatnyi svit,
i morok daleniv lunoyu –
i radisnoyu pochodoyu
blahoslovlyav na krov i pit
nas Pan-Hospod'. A my buly
u zatinku takoyi tuhy,
z kotroyu ne zaznaty vdruhe
ni radosti, ni kabaly.
Miy krayu, radoste moya,
mene ty vyimy iz nevoli
abo spodob svoyeyi doli
pid basamannyu nahaya.
Premudra bavyt'sya zmiya,
svit marne dobyraye barvy,
a smert' svoyi lashtuye mary,
o dole-dolenko moya!

Stelyly bili obrusy,
i snovyhaly v bezhominni
try chlopci, try dushi, try tini,
usi spodobani krasy. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)