Said unto the Cossacks:
“Oi, Cossacks, ye unfortunates!
To-day in our land is Easter Even,
And to-morrow is the holy feast day of Easter!”
They bowed their white faces to the ground
And cursed her, Marusya, the captive maid:
“May God give thee, Daughter of the Priest,
Neither fortune nor happy fate
Since thou it was who told us what day had dawned in Ukraine!”
“Oi, Cossacks! ye unfortunate captives,