“Ki-hi! Ki-hi!”
Fly to the Meadows, Tchyka, fly!
They took thy brood;
Thy nestlings young
Are the harvesters’ food.
TIME OF TARTAR INVASION[[22]]
(Fragment)
Ukraina is sad for that she has no place to dwell in—
The Ordà trampled the little children with their steeds,
By the Horde were the old people carried away,