To the birthday of the great ukrainian poet T. G. Shevchenko

Laugh, then, ferocious foe, (6)

But not too loudly, for our fame

Will never be laid low.

It will not perish, but proclaim

The annals of our age,

What is our justice, what our wrong,

And what our parentage.

Our epic and our ancient song

For ever shall remain,

And that is where our glory lies,

The glory of Ukraine. Taras Shevchenko