На севере диком... -пер. М. Ю. Лермонтова

There the pine-tree stays alone
On wild north, on a bare cliff top.
She's dozing, while swinging, and snow
Covers her as a robe.
And she dreams that in desert,
Far out of her, the sun rises on,
And there alone and sad also staying
A palm-tree, so beautiful grown.