"Bud'te tverezi, pylnuyte,
Vash suprotyvnyk – dyyavol –
Chodyt', rychuchy, yak lev,
Shcho shukaye pozerty koho.
Protyvtes' yomu, tverdi v viri,
Znavshy, shcho ti sami muky
Traplyayut'sya y vashomu bratstvu
Po sviti" (2 Petra 4:7, 8)

Dyki levy shuhayut' chashchamy mista
I maskuyut'sya usmishkamy nemovlyat,
A ty, brate, trymaysya, micno trymaysya,
Za ruku Velykoho storoza dush.

Chay choda tvoya bude smilyva i chysta,
Chay niyake boloto ne lypne do p’yat,
I ty, brate, na sebe ne pokladaysya,
Nadiysya na Boha i viry ne zrush.
A ty, brate, trymaysya, micno trymaysya,
Za ruku Velykoho storoza dush.

Dyki levy pokazut' shyroku dorohu,
De pid blyskom zvablyvym schovayut' kapkan,
A ty, brate, za ruku bery podoroznich,
Yim lyubov prykladay do roz’yatrenych ran.

Rozkazy yim pro krov, shcho tebe osvyatyla,
Rozkazy yim, shcho Car Tviy voskres i zyve,
Rozkazy, shcho na leviv chekaye mohyla,
Vichne Carstvo na tych, chto zrechet'sya sebe,
A ty, brate, skazy, – yakshcho yim ne pid sylu,
Chay doviryat'sya Bohu, yakyi moze vse.