Radost sya nam z’yavlyaye

Radost sya nam z’yavlyaye,
Diva Syna razdaye
Nebesa, nebesa, nebesa poyut, poyut
Anhely sya udyvlyayut,
Pastyriye poklon dayut,
Narozdennomu.

iosyfe starenkii,
Plache Isus malenkii
Pomahai, pomahai, pomahai Yeho, Yeho
Chystoi Divi kolysaty,
I pisn Yemu zaspivaty,
Lyulyai Pane nash.

Uboho sya narodyv,
Bohatoho zasmutyv:
Iroda, Iroda, Iroda, zloho, zloho.
On bo dity zabyvaye,
Chrysta ubyty shukaye,
Narozdennoho.

Irode bezumnyi,
Chomus tak malo umnyi?
Nevidyi, nevidyi, nevidyi, toho, toho.
Shcho Chrystos tu vichno ziye
Nam blahodat svoyu daye,
Ty vichno zhynesh.

Triye cary so dary,
Chrystu, poklon otdaly
Rozdennu, rozdennu, rozdennu, Bohu, Bohu.
Na cilyi svit slavu daly,
Chrysta v yaslah povytaly
V onom vertepi.

I my Yeho pryvytaimo,
Vraz Yemu zaspivaimo:
Lyulyai ze, ljulyai ze, ljulyai ze Pane, Pane
Dai nam v myri vsim prozyty,
Vo vik vikov Tya hvalyty,
Narozdennoho.