V peleni mary-korabli,
Dumy-yakori porynaly.
U vyri syl ya nepevnyi plyv,
Chvyli vladari rozburchalys'.

More stohne v hlybyni,
Lyudy plynut' u neprytomnosti.

Veletni-vitry zakruchuyut' chytro,
Pletut' perepony pidvodyat' zakony,
Napustyat' tumany, na smutok omany,
Pidstupni rulady, nezlicheni zavady.
Lukavi potvory zachodyat'sya chorom,
Otruyenym dymom navodyat' snovydy.
Opysuyut' kola zlovisni sokoly.
Mriyi-mayaky zahasaly.

More harne u velychi,
Lyudy vsyudy horem otocheni.
More chorne u dalyni,
Lyudy chuyut' zvuky bezmeznosti.