Hymn of Exile

The sun goes down beyond the hill,

The shadows darken, birds are still;

From fields no more come toiler’s voices

In blissful rest the world rejoices.

With lifted heart I, gazing stand,

Seek shady grove in Ukraine’s land.

Uplifted thus, ’mid memories fond

My heart finds rest, o’er the hills beyond.

On fields and woods the darkness falls

From heaven blue a bright star calls,

The tears fall down. Oh, evening star!

Hast thou appeared in Ukraine far?

In that fair land do sweet eyes seek thee

Dear eyes that once were wont to greet me?

Have eyes forgotten their tryst to keep?

Oh then, in slumber let them sleep

No longer o’er my fate to weep.