O, Divo Presvyata, sviy pohlyad prychyly
I vysvitly do dna moyu pekelnu dushu.
Ya mushu pronesty zaliznu nish chrestiv,
Bez pohlyadu tvoho zletity ya ne zduzu.

O, Maty Bozaya, odyn z tvoyich syniv,
Bez pohlyadu tvoho kaminne nebo chorne.
Ne day sklyanym vitram pohlynuty vohon,
Zrosty moyu lyubov, Mariye Chudotvorna.

Vazka vaha zemli, tyazinnya vsich chasiv,
Irzava krov zlodiy miy holos ohortaye.
Ta spopeliye nich u nebesach yasnych,
Ya bachu-viruyu i Bozyi pohlyad syaye.