V yarmah tuhy zviku zdavlena,
Slizmy, krov’yu preproslavlena,
Buinym polum’yam rozkovana –
Zdrastui, Vole uhotovana!
Nochi savanom povytaya,
Vsya rydannyamy omytaya,
Rozruinovana, rozviyana –
Zdrastui, Mriye nespodivana!
Lynte z, hmary novohodniyi,
Lynte z, hvyli velykodniyi,
V sklep do tyh, shcho zemlju kynuly,
Vas zduchy, v zadannyah zhynuly.
Vernitsya znov ozbroyeni
V nashi rany nezahoyeni,
I na dumy pid’yaremniyi
Vdarte syaivamy nadzemnymy!
Zdrastui, Vole uhotovana!
Viter
Chrystos rodyvsya
Oi ne kvitny, vesno
Kozak vid’yizdzaye...
Vorone chornyi
Ne pospishai, dusha moya, cherstvity
Snih v hayu
Chuyesh zibralysya znov
Chto tak tyho pryishov
Sonce na obriyi
Mandry
Rannoyu zoreyu
Tyho Dunai vodu nese
Vesnyanka
ishla Marusya
Oi chyya to ruta-myata
Oi verbo, verbo
Ukrayina. Traven. 1861 rik. Shevchenkovi
Oi hai, maty
Na horodi verba ryasna
V zelenu subotu
Oi v lisku, lisku
V yarmah tuhy
Probuditsya orly syzi
Kolyskova
Ity shche dovho
Vin vnochi pryletyt
Zovtyi pisok
Shche v polon ne braly todi
Mariyechko, pani
Letyat halochky
Luhovaya zozulya