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Три продавца, три одиночества усталых.
Ворота, задний двор, бордюр, все курят.
Три жизни не великих и не малых.
Простые люди, неприметные фигуры.

If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the same, by night or day;
Crossing the crowded street, or moving bright'Mid festal throngs, or reading by the light Of shaded lamp some friendly poe...

HE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
And towards that goal too vehemently
To waste a thought about another world,

Jo Dise So To Hai Nahin,
Hai So Kaha Na
Bin Dekhe Parteet Na Aave,
Kahe Na Koyee