Teper, koly my vsi pryishly uze do tyamy,
I viry bilsh nema v obitovannyi kray,
Ziznayus' vam: mene naynyaly yehyptyany,
Shchob vyvitryty z vas usi dumky pro ray.

Meni skazaly: "Ydy, vody svoyich piskamy.
Os' manny sto mishkiv, os' sribla cilyi funt.
Chay vymrut' tam usi, chto rodom ne vid Chama, –
Chto shche nedosyt' rab, chto zdatnyi shche na bunt."

A Boh todi movchav, – sydiv, dyvyvsya z trona,
Choch dobre znav, shcho ya – zvychaynyi farysey,
I shcho Moysey hnyye v tyurmi u faraona,
I shcho moye im’ya – Moshe, a ne Moysey...

I ya ne onimiv. Yazyk miy buv vash voroh.
Ya vas perekonav, shcho mayemo sviy dim,
Rozstupyt'sya voda, i rabstvo, nache poroch,
Osyplet'sya z plechey, lysh syademo u nim.

Nu, os' my vze y diyshly. Uze doyily mannu.
Vze trychi proklyaly otoy spekotnyi shlyach.
Otam, za tym horbom – ne syayvo Chanaanu;
Tam – Fivy, tam nas zdut' Amon, i Ra, i Ptach...

Bo, vlasne, shcho take – ce slovo "bat'kivshchyna"? –
Bat'ky rozdenni tut, a shcho vam do didiv?
Vas vyhoduvav Nil, i chay zhorbatyv spyny –
Tak my z takyi narod: narod trudivnykiv.

Nu shcho z – dop’yem burdyuk; yakraz usim po krapli,
Dast' Ra – vze na obid z’yimo po kovbasi...
Tam Fivy, tam nas zdut'... I svysnuly dvi shabli:
"Ty pospishyv, Moshe! Shche vymerly ne vsi!"