V misti Vefleyemi nyni novyna

V misti Vefleyemi nyni novyna,
Bo Prechysta Diva syna rodyla.
A yak vona porodyla, todi vona ’ho spovyla,
Chystaya Diva.

A iosyp starenkyi v zolobi stoyit,
Vin dlya Susa Chrysta peleny stelyt.
A Mariya povyvaye, do serdenka pryhortaye,
Suse, synu mii.

Pryishly triye cari z podarunkamy,
A nad nymy zori – opolonkamy.
Pryishov Irod ta i pytaye, ta i do sebe zaproshaye:
– Do mene zaidit.

Vony tiyi dary Bohu viddaly,
Do zloho Iroda ne zahodyly.
Kazav Irod mecha vzyaty, krov nevynnu prolyvaty,
Chrysta shukaty.

Mamky zalibnenko plachut, rydayut,
Pered yih ochyma ditei strachayut.
– Oi, dytyno moya myla, shcho z ty zloho narobyla,
Pechale moya.

Anhely na nebi slavu spivayut
I ljudyam na zemli propovidayut:
– Slava Bohu, slava bude, rodzenomu radist bude
I nam na zemli.