Ukrayinskym dnes zvychayem,
Otche, Vas vytayem;
Shchastya, doli i zdorovlya
V Boha umolyayem.
Shchoby Vam vse dobre zylos,
Shchastye usmihalos;
Shchob nedolya, zurba, smutok
Zdaleka mynalys.
Shchob zdorovi prozyvaly,
I nas prosvishchaly,
Slovom Bozym, i pro: (Sich, Ridny Krai, Chytalnyu)
Vsehda pam’yataly.
I v parohiyi vse u zhodi,
V myri-supokoyu;
Toho nyni Vam zelayem
Z toyu kolyadoyu.