Реве та стогне Днiпр широкий,Сердитий вiтер завива,Додолу верби гне високi,Горами хвилю пiдiйма.
I блiдий мiсяць на ту пору,Iз хмари де-де виглядав,Неначе човен в синiм морiТо виринав, то потопав.
Ще третi пiвнi не спiвали,Нiхто нiде не гомонiв,Сичi в гаю перекликались,Та ясен раз-у-раз скрипiв.
Roars and groans the Dnipro, so wide,An angry wind there does blow,The tall willows bend down so low,In mountains the waves are lifted up.
And the pale moon at that moment,Among the clouds, here and there peeks out,As like a boat upon the blue seaIt does rise and it does fall.
Yet the third roosters have not crowed,No one, nowhere has made a sound,The owls in the glen have called to each other,And the ash trees one after another there do creak.