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Vo Vyfleyemi radost premnoha:
Zrodyla Diva bez hriha Boha!
Zrodyla Syna, spaseniye iste,
Dala Mu tilo nevynne chyste!
iosyf Yeyi obruchnyk virnyi
Vystelyv v shopi zlobec pokirnyi.
Vystelyv sinom dlya Mariyi i Syna!
Oi stala-stala dyvna novyna!
Na nebi zori vsi zasiyaly
Svoyeho Pana pryvituvaly!
A shcho naipersha, shcho naikrasniisha,
Osiyala shopku, naidostoiniisha!
Oi vorushatsya vsi pastyriye,
Ne rozumiyut, shcho sya to diye –
Shopa palytsya, luna shyroka,
Spishat spasaty masla i moloka.
Spishat z lycyamy, spishat z sumnymy,
A vil i osel letyat za nymy –
I vivci smyrni znat chuly Boha –
Vso zasapane, vsyuda trevoha...
"idit poklonitsya svomu Dytyaty,
Shcho v vashii shopi bude lezaty!
idit poklonitsya Tvorcevy svita,
Vin vam zhotuye shchaslyvi lita."
"Svyat-svyat-svyat Hospod Savaoftovyi
Na nebesah vsih i na zemly novii".
Drozat vozduhy, drozat fyljuyut,
Chorom anhely radist vistuyut...
Oi chuly-chuly vsi nichlizany,
Shcho svit veselyi teper nastane,
Idut do shopy ljudy i tvary
Poklon otdaty, prynesty dary...
Dytyatko Boze, male nevynne,
Nasha nadiye, lado rodynne!
Rosty nam zdravyi, blahii i velyi,
Darui nam shchastya i mir veselyi.
