Explore "To the Makers of Sentimental Idyls" by Taras Shevchenko on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Did you but know, fine dandy, / The people's life of misery / You would not use such pretty phrases, / Nor give to God such empty praises.
At our tears you're laughing, / And our sorrows chaffing, / Slave's cot in a shady spot --