For something are they waiting,
To God from dungeon praying,
While the waves go roaring by.
“Oh, loved God of Ukraine’s land,
To us in prison stretch thy hand; [[25]]
Slaves are we a Cossack band.
Shame it is now in truth to say,
Shame it will be at judgment day
For us from foreign tomb to rise,
And at thy court, to the world’s surprise