Hrymyt!

Hrymyt! Blahodatna pora nastupaye,
Pryrodu rozkishnaya droz pronymaye,
Zde sprahla zemlya plodotvornoyi zlyvy,
I viter nad neyu hulyaye burhlyvyi,
I z zahodu temnaya hmara letyt-
Hrymyt!

Hrymyt! Taina droz pronymaye narody, -
Mabut, blahodatnaya hvylya nadhodyt...
Miliony chekayut shchaslyvoyi zminy,
Ti hmary - plidnoyi budushchyny tiny,
Shcho ljudskist, mov krasna vesna, obnovyt...
Hrymyt!