Прощай, світе, прощай, земле

“Farewell, world. Farewell, earth — you thankless, friendless land. My agonies, my fierce agonies — I’ll hide them in a cloud. But you, Ukraine — my widow, born under a starless sky — I’ll keep descending from that cloud to find you where you are. Our talk will be quiet-sorrowful. I’ll come to counsel, not console. At midnight I will fall as heavy dew across your open fields — and stay.”