(Taras Shevchenko "Haydamaky", 1841) (excerpt)
"Oh my Dnieper, the Dnieper is wide and strong!
Many, my father, you carried in the sea
Cossack blood; you will bear it, my friend!
You blushed blue and did not drink;
And tonight you get drunk. Hell is a holiday
All over Ukraine the night will blow;
Many, many, many will flow
Noble blood. The Cossack comes to life;
Hetmans in the golden county come to life;
Fate will wake up; the Cossack sings:
"Neither Jew nor Lacha", and in the steppes of Ukraine -
Oh my goodness sweet - shining mace! "
...
All the bells rang
All over Ukraine;
Haydamaky shouted:
"The nobles are dying!
The nobles are killed! take a walk
Yes, the cloud is heated! "
Smilyansk was engaged,
The cloud turns red.
And first of all, Medvedev
The sky is heating up.
The Smila, Smilyansk region burns
Blood flows.
Korsun burns, Kanev burns,
Chigirin, Cherkasy;
The black way ignited,
And the blood was poured
Already in Volyn. According to Polissya
The gauntlet is feasting,
And Zaliznyak in the Smilyansk region
The house is hardened,
....
The sun came up; Ukraine
Where it burned, smelt,
And where is the nobility locked up,
The houses were grinding.
Everywhere in the villages of the gallows;
Hanged corpse -
Only the elders, and so the nobility
Pile on pile.
On the streets, at the crossroads
Dogs, crows
They bite the gentry, their eyes bite;
No one forbids.