as translated by Michael M. Naydan

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Note added at 20 mins (2008-06-30 15:47:22 GMT)
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Since it's the poem that has been translated already by one of the most prominent translators of Ukrainian literature, I don't see the point in translating separate phrases from scratch (unless you want to create a better version of Shevchenko's Prychynna)
Here's the full translation of the excerpt in English:

The wide Dnipro roars and moans,

An angry wind howls aloft.

It bends the tall willows down,

Lifting waves as high as mountains.

And at that time a pale moon

Peeks out from behind a cloud now and then,

Like a tiny boat in a deep blue sea

It jumps up and dives down.

The cocks had yet to crow three times,

No one anywhere making a sound,

The owls in the grove called to each other,

And the ash tree creaked now and then.


Taras Shevchenko. “Prychynna” Lines 1–12 of 225.
http://www.shevchenko.org/Ukr_Lit/Vol01/01-04.html