On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold, A lone pine-tree somewhere stands; She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow With a mantel from feet to a head. She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert, In lands where the sun enters skies, Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburnt lather, A beautiful palm-tree abides. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 2000