Stelyly bili obrusy

Stelyly bili obrusy,
i snovyhaly v bezhominni
try hlopci, try dushi, try tini,
usi spodobani krasy.
I daleniv brunatnyi svit,
i morok daleniv lunoyu –
i radisnoyu pohodoyu
blahoslovlyav na krov i pit
nas Pan-Hospod. A my buly
u zatinku takoyi tuhy,
z kotroyu ne zaznaty vdruhe
ni radosti, ni kabaly.
Mii krayu, radoste moya,
mene ty vyimy iz nevoli
abo spodob svoyeyi doli
pid basamannyu nahaya.
Premudra bavytsya zmiya,
svit marne dobyraye barvy,
a smert svoyi lashtuye mary,
o dole-dolenko moya!

Stelyly bili obrusy,
i snovyhaly v bezhominni
try hlopci, try dushi, try tini,
usi spodobani krasy. (ost 2 ryadky – 2)