Snih v hayu, ale vesnoyu
Roziv’yetsya hai.
Moze doleyu yasnoyu
Zacvite mii krai.
V nebi mla, a sonce hlyane, –
Mla roztane vmyt.
Moze, mii narod povstane, –
Morem zashumyt!
Son, ale vsyu zemlju zbude
Zaivoron-honec.
Nu koly, mii sonnyi ljude,
Znaidesh snu kinec?
Smert, ale yiyi zadushe
Pisnya, smih i ruh.
Nu skazy, narodna dushe,
Chy zyvyi tvii duh?
Na oblychchi rabstva tuha,
Bezprosvitnya mla.
De z to hordist tvoho duha –
Vilnoho orla?
Shcho vona tobi robyla,
Yak viky ty hnyv,
Pochornilaya mohyla
Miz zelenyh nyv?!
Yak vulkan stoyish ty, zhaslyi,
Ale chuyu ya,
Shcho v dushi tvoyii prekrasnii
More shche ohnya.
Viryu ya, shcho oborone
Sam sebe mii krai.
O, mii veletnyu Samsone,
Puta rozryvai!
Viter
Chrystos rodyvsya
Oi ne kvitny, vesno
Kozak vid’yizdzaye...
Vorone chornyi
Ne pospishai, dusha moya, cherstvity
Snih v hayu
Chuyesh zibralysya znov
Chto tak tyho pryishov
Sonce na obriyi
Mandry
Rannoyu zoreyu
Tyho Dunai vodu nese
Vesnyanka
ishla Marusya
Oi chyya to ruta-myata
Oi verbo, verbo
Ukrayina. Traven. 1861 rik. Shevchenkovi
Oi hai, maty
Na horodi verba ryasna
V zelenu subotu
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V yarmah tuhy
Probuditsya orly syzi
Kolyskova
Ity shche dovho
Vin vnochi pryletyt
Zovtyi pisok
Shche v polon ne braly todi
Mariyechko, pani
Letyat halochky
Luhovaya zozulya