Pam’yat, shcho pinytsya v zylah strumkamy
Chy rikoyu teche, chy b’ye dzerelamy –
Shepoche, krychyt abo hryma hromamy;
Zahravamy syple chy rvetsya Vitramy –
Pam’yat kriz prostir; kriz chas, shcho vikamy
Letyt v nebuttya, – nash lancyuh z prabatkamy
Rodu zv’yazok pomiz nymy ta namy.
Pam’yat u krovi! – vysochytsya horamy.
V mizhir’yi syviyut tumany:
Tumany-spohady mynulyh stolit...
Pradavnoyi Viry kurhany,
Porosli hvoshchamy ta mohamy
Ukryti rokamy do verhovit.
Chai runamy zmorshky karbuyut lyce,
Volossya znecvitytsya blidymy lodamy:
Chest ta krov – ponad use!
Slavu na krylah stalevyh nese
Duh Heroyiv, shcho rozirvut kaidany.
A krony derev vse takoz lystya skydayut
Yak i sotni rokiv tomu – nesamovyto.
Ulamkamy kryhy u povin splyvayut,
Tanut, ale vse shche chekayut –
Predkiv oblychchya, zabuttyam opovyti...
Ti z sami spivayut pisni
Zbentezenymy holosamy –
Tam, de vse takoz Kupalski vohni
Palayut, mov zori u vysochyni.
Ta siyut vnochi nashchadkam snamy...