Tyazko, vazko v sviti zyty

Tyazko, vazko v sviti zyty
Syroti bez rodu:
Nema kudy pryhylytsya,–
Choch z hory ta v vodu!
Utopyvsya b molodenkyi,
Shchob ne nudyt svitom;
Utopyvsya b,– tyazko zyty,
I nema de ditys.

V toho dolya hodyt polem –
Kolosky zbyraye;
A moya des, ledashchycya,
Za morem blukaye.
Dobre tomu bahatomu:
ioho ljudy znayut;
A zo mnoyu zustrinutsya –
Mov nedobachayut.

Bahatoho hubatoho
Divchyna shanuye;
Nado mnoyu, syrotoyu,
Smiyetsya, kepkuye.
"Chy ya z tobi ne vrodlyvyi,
Chy ne v tebe vdavsya,
Chy ne ljublju tebe shchyro,
Chy z tebe smiyavsya?

Lyuby z sobi, moye serce,
Lyuby, koho znayesh,
Ta ne smiisya nado mnoyu,
Yak koly zhadayesh.
A ya pidu na krai svita...
Na chuzii storonci
Naidu krashchu abo zhynu,
Yak toi lyst na sonci".

Pishov kozak sumuyuchy,
Nikoho ne kynuv;
Shukav doli v chuzim poli
Ta tam i zahynuv.
Umyrayuchy, dyvyvsya,
De sonechko syaye...
Tyazko-vazko pomyraty
U chuzomu krayu!