Rechytatyv:
Anhel Hospodniy klyknuv do noho z neba i skazav:
"Avraame! Avraame!"
Toy vidpoviv: "Ya tut!"
I skazav: "Ne prostyahay ruky tvoyeyi na chlopcya,
Ne chyny yomu nichoho!
Teper bo znayu, shcho ty boyishsya Boha,
Shcho ty ne poshchadyv svoho syna, svoho yedynoho, dlya mene".

A yakby mene Boh ne spynyv?
A yakshcho b ne podav meni znaku? –
Ya ubyv by tebe, chy ne vbyv,
Synu miy, Isaaku?

Chy doviv by, shcho Boh – nad use,
Chy skonav by shche persh, niz udaryv?..
Tretiy den – a mene vse tryase,
Tretiy den – a mene vse tryase,
Tretya nich – a meni vse prymary...

I odna z tych pekuchych prymar
Pidryvaye shchonochi z posteli:
Bachu, yak Izmayil i Agar,
Yak miy syn Izmayil i Agar
Movchky ydut' i znykayut' v pusteli...

Ya b na Sarru prykryknuv: "Pomovch!.." –
Ale Boh meni movyv: "Tak treba..." –
Chy to serce znechulyla zovch,
Chy to serce znechulyla zovch,
Chy dushi tak zaprahlosya neba...

Nu, to ye vze – po vincya, ushchert';
Dushi velmy do neba ochochi!.. –
To ya sp’yanu krychu v Bozu tverd':
– A svoho ty poslav by na smert' –
Podyvyvshys' pry tim yomu v ochi?!.

I pochulosya Slovo proste –
Nache viter probih po podvir’yu:
– Bud' spasen, Avraame, za te,
Shcho meni ty doviryv ditey –
Ya yim tez kolys' syna doviryu...