Rozprostorsya, dushe moya,
na chotyry tatami,
abo kulsya vid nahaya,
chy prykryisya rukamy.
Chay u tebe ye dvi mezi,
ta seredyna – spravznya,
marno, nevire, vorozyt' –
moloda chy povazna.
Poseredyni – stovbur lit,
a obaboky – krona.
Poseredyni – vichnyi slid
(tin vorushyt'sya sonna).
Ni do neba, ni do zemli –
ne syahnuty nikudy.
Ne budite moyi zali,
lycemirni iudy!
Chy ne mriyav ya povsyakchas,
chy ne prah, yak pokuty,
shchob zakvitnuty promiz vas,
yak barvinok miz ruty.
Yak to snyt'sya meni zemlya,
na yakiy lysh nochuyu,
yak meni nebesa bolyat',
koly yich ya ne chuyu.
Yak postav uv ochach miy kray,
niby stovp osiyannyi.
Kaze – synu, na smert' stavay –
ty dlya mene kochanyi.
Toz prostorsya, dushe moya,
na chotyry tatami,
i ne kulsya vid nahaya,
i ne kryisya rukamy.