Son

U vsyakoho svoya dolya
I svii shlyah shyrokyi:
Toi muruye, toi ruinuye,
Toi nesytym okom
Za krai svita zazyraye, –
Chy nema krayiny,
Shchob zaharbat i z soboyu
Vzyat u domovynu.
Toi tuzamy obyraye
Svata v ioho hati,
A toi nyshkom u kutochku
Hostryt niz na brata.
A toi, tyhyi ta tverezyi,
Bohoboyazlyvyi,
Yak kishechka, pidkradetsya,
Vyzde neshchaslyvyi
U tebe chas ta i zapustyt
Pazuri v pechinky, –
I ne blahai: ne vymolyat
Ni dity, ni zinka.
A toi, shchedryi ta rozkoshnyi,
Vse hramy muruye;
Ta otechestvo tak ljubyt,
Tak za nym bidkuye,
Tak iz ioho, serdeshnoho,
Krov, yak vodu, tochyt!..
A bratiya movchyt sobi,
Vytrishchyvshy ochi!

I nema tomu pochynu,
I krayu nemaye!
Nihto ioho ne dodbaye
I ne rozruinuye... I vse to te...
Dushe moya, Choho ty sumuyesh?
Dushe moya ubohaya, Choho marne plachesh,
Choho tobi shkoda? hiba ty ne bachysh,
Chiba ty ne chuyesh ljudskoho plachu?
To hlyan, podyvysya; a ya polechu
Vysoko, vysoko za syniyi hmary;
Nemaye tam vlasti, nemaye tam kary,
Tam smihu ljudskoho i plachu ne chut.

Pryspiv:
O ljudy! ljudy neboraky!
Nashcho zdalysya vam cari?
Nashcho zdalysya vam psari?
Vy z taky ljudy, ne sobaky! (ves kuplet – 2)

On hlyan, – u tim rayi, shcho ty pokydayesh,
Latanu svytynu z kaliky znimayut,
Z shkuroyu znimayut, bo nichym obut
Knyazat nedoroslyh; a on rozpynayut
Vdovu za podushne, a syna kuyut,
Yedynoho syna, yedynu dytynu,
Yedynu nadiyu! v viisko oddayut!
Bo ioho, bach, trohy! a onde pid tynom
Opuhla dytyna, holodneye mre,
A maty pshenycyu na panshchyni zne.

A ya stoyu, pohylyvshys,
Dumayu, hadayu,
Yak to tyazko toi nasushchnyi
Lyudy zaroblyayut.
Ot i bratiya sypnula
U senat pysaty
Ta pidpysuvat – ta draty
I z batka, i brata.
A mez nymy i zemlyachky
De-de prohlyadayut.
Po-moskovskii tak i rizut,
Smiyutsya ta layut
Batkiv svoyih, shcho zmalechku
Cvenkat ne navchyly
Po-nimeckii, – a to teper
I kysny v chornylah!
P’yavky! p’yavky! moze, batko
Ostatnyu korovu
Zydam prodav, poky vyvchyv
Moskovskoyi movy.
Ukrayino! Ukrayino!
Oce tvoyi dity,
Tvoyi kvity molodiyi,
Chornylom polyti,
Moskovskoyu blekotoyu
V nimeckyh teplycyah
Zahlusheni!.. Plach, Ukraino!
Bezditna vdovyce!

Chocha lezachoho i ne byut,
To i polezaty ne dayut
Ledachomu. Tebe z, o suko!
I my sami, i nashi vnuky,
I myrom ljudy proklenut!
Ne proklenut, a tilky pljunut
Na tyh oddoyenyh shchenyat,
Shcho ty shchenyla.
Muko! Muko!
O skorb moya, moya pechal!
Chy ty mynesh koly? Chy psamy
Cari z ministramy-rabamy
Tebe, o ljutu, zackuyut!
Ne zackuyut. A ljudy tyho,
Bez vsyakoho lyhoho lyha
Carya do kata povedut.

Pryspiv