Hurkoche hrim v kovalni Boha.
Stoyat' voyi z kis'my do plech.
Ruka zsyviloho Svaroha
Kuye Areyu mocnyi mech.

I os' znaryaddya vze hotove,
Vidblysnuv mech v lyustrach nebes.
Mecha okropyla Pokrova,
A Rid narik yoho Charkes.

Na pozir Perunova Polka
Pidnimaye mech Areyeva ruka –
Na mohutniy duch, na zachyst nam,
Na pohybel zlym pidstupnym voroham.
Hrymne Nebo – i tremtyt' Zemlya,
Mech Areya Rus' z nevoli vyzvolya.
Na Vkrayini chay poshchezne vrah,
Mech Areya poverne nam ridnyi styah.

Charkes – charivnyi mech Areya –
Trymaly Tur i Svyatoslav.
Ne raz Arattu i Boreyu,
I Rus' vin shchyro zachyshchav.

Trymav Hatylo – Bohom danyi,
Trymaly vytyazi-knyazi,
Trymaly lycari-het'many,
A zaraz vin v tvoyiy ruci.