Molytva

Navchit mene roslyny zrostu,
buyannya, i kypinnya, i hmelju.
Praslovom, nache zernom prostym
hai vcilju v sut, mov ptaha trelem.

Navchit mene roslyny, tyshi,
shchob stav sylnyi, mov duzi riky,
koly do snu yih prykolyshe
luna nezemnoyi muzyky.

Navchit mene, roslyny, shchastya,
navchit bez skarhy umyraty!
Spryimayu sonce mov prychastya,
hmilnym molinnyam i strilchatym.

Chai sonce praboh vsih relehii –
zolotopere i zyttyesiine
blahoslovyt mii dim krylatyi.

Nakreslju vzir ioho nezemnyi,
svyatyi ariiskyi znak tayemnyi,
nakreslju ya ioho na hati
i budu spaty vze spokiinyi.