Lev, toi shcho pyty krovi vypuskaye,
Usatyi mov sad, hryvastu smert.
Krasun za hraty podyhom vdyhaye
I lyze zyvotiv yih niznu tverd.
Volossya yih strumuye kriz zalizo,
Yih stehna rozsuvayutsya trymki,
Yih palci v hryvi nache sered lisu –
Lyaklyvi sarny, krapelky hirki.
I kryshtalevi horla, i dymlyvi ochyci,
I ruhlyvi yazyky,
Splitayetsya solodkyi viddyh v hryvi,
Revut levyci, blidnut yunaky.