Ty lyubyv – yak tvoryv. Patetychnym akordom
Prolunav u dushi moyiy, sprahliy chudes.
I nechay roziyshlys' my movchazno i hordo –
Opalyv mene blysk emeraldovych lez.

U stratenchim zalyu ya, u skrusi shaleniy
Kozen spomyn palyu, zahubyvshy yim lik, –
Ale ochi tvoyi, nezhlybymo zeleni,
Mov sukno kartyara, mene zvatymut' vik.

Chay svitanky horyat', yak roz’yatreni rany,
Nablyzayut' shchoraz zapovitnyi porih, –
U hlybynach mors'kych, o miy niznyi tyrane,
Ne st'myaniye dokir dvoch bezoden tvoyich.