In great fear of death thou dost flee.
We own the whole land e’en as far as Sluch river,
Kostiana! As far as thy Hill—
O rude and uncourteous! Poles caused our revolting
So mourn they their lost Ukraine still.
As a thunder-cloud brooding on Vistula’s river
The Poles lie, expelled from Ukraine.
As long as we live they shall no more leave Poland,
They shall not come nigh us again.
Hai! All ye young Cossacks! Leap up now with shouting—