A green grove
A clear brook
On the green maple tree
A singing nightingale.

A maiden by the brook
Made two crowns
And her white hand
Let them go on the water.

One is made of periwinkle,
The other of ruta;
One crown is for the Kozak,
The other for her.

:Go crown of periwinkle
Down to the bank;
Come back to my beloved from Ukraine
Take me into your arms.

When will you, crown of periwinkle
Reach the other bank?
When will you, my beloved Kozk
Come back from Ukraine?"

The dove cooed
In the grove, right in the middle;
And a strangely sad feeling
Overtook the maiden.

"In Ukraine, on the grave
The guelder-rose bloomed
There, your kozak is resting
My dear orphan child.

When the waters which passed here
Seven years ago, come back
Then will your dear Kozak
Come back from the Ukraine."

  ---Jakiv Holovats'kyi