The Kobzar of the Ukraine: Being Select Poems of Taras Shevchenko Done into English Verse with Biographical Fragments by Alexander Jardine Hunter

“Єсть на світі доля, А хто її знає? Єсть на світі воля, А хто її має? Єсть люде на світі”

— Taras Shevchenko

“There are no such enemies So dire as good people, They will rob you, mournfully, And condemn you, weeping, They'll invite you to their home, Welcome you profusely, Ask you all about yourself, To mock and abuse you, Later, mock at you and jeer, To grab you for sure... Without enemies on earth Somehow one can endure.But those good people yet will Everywhere beset you, Even in the other world They will not forget you.””

— Taras Shevchenko

“PRAYER To me, God, while on earth I wend Grant love, Lord, heart-felt paradise;I ask no more; that will suffice.To toiling folk, All-Gracious Lord On land robbed from them, without end Let Thy strength from on high descend.And for the pure in heart? Round them Let Thine angels aye attend, And their purity defend.And as for me, dear Lord, grant love For truth and right to the world's end, And grant me a sincere true friend.And to us all on earth, grant we In amity may ever wend, And true fraternal love, O send.””

— Taras Shevchenko