Navkruh Chyhyryna po stepu kurhany.
Tam mohyla skifa y volya kozaka,
Vony pam’yatayut' chervoni zupany,
Chuly holos Gonty i Zaliznyaka.

Z Chernechoyi kruchi chuty stohin bolyu,
Podyvys', Tarase, na ditey svoyich,
Shcho zabuly movu, rozip’yaly volyu,
Nyni topchut' slavu pradidiv svoyich.

Hlyan na Ukrayinu, shcho v sim’yi yedyniy,
V sim’yi volniy noviy rozcvila, yak sad:
Obryvaye viter z toho sadu kvity,
I po vs'omu svitu pelyustky letyat'.

Shcho z nam skazut' lyudy? Shcho nam skazut' dity?
Chto shche na Vkrayini bude panuvat'?
Rozryvayut' hrudy yiyi sester ruky,
Ubyvayut' dushu, a syny movchat'.

Za shcho z didy nashi z lyachom voyuvaly
I navishcho Honta ubyvav syniv?
Pravnuky Bohdanu konya osidlaly –
Vyyichav na ploshchu ta y zakam’yaniv.