Ty idesh, blukayesh po syriy zemli
Ty kohos' shukayesh v siriy dalyni
Ranysh bosi nohy ob suchu sternu
A navkolo – pole hirkoho polynu.

Ty bizysh tym polem, padayesh bez syl
Zmachuyesh do neba zalyshkamy kryl
I zmiyeyu v dushu zapovzaye strach:
Polynove pole – bezkonechnyi shlyach.

Yak proydesh pivpolya to zhadayesh vsich,
Chto ishov z toboyu, ta diyty ne zmih
Ty zhadayesh radist', ty zhadayesh smich
Syvyna na skroni – yak na dushu hrich.

A u toho polya vypalenyi kray
Ty zaplatysh bolem za perezytyi ray
A na tomu krayi – kvity i chresty,
Bo zyttya prozyty – pole pereyty.