We have left Gul Kach behind us,
Are marching on Apozai,–
Where pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
We’re falling back from the Gomal,
Across the Gir-dao plain,
The camping ground is deserted,
We’ll never come back again.
Along the rocks and the defiles,
The mules and the camels wind.
Good-bye to Rahimut-Ullah,
The man who is left behind.
For some we lost in the skirmish,
And some were killed in the fight,
But he was captured by fever,
In the sentry pit, at night.
A rifle shot had been swifter,
Less trouble a sabre thrust,
But his Fate decided fever,
And each man dies as he must.
Behind us, red in the distance.
The wavering flames rise high,
The flames of our burning grass-huts,
Against the black of the sky.
We hear the sound of the river,
An ever-lessening moan,
The hearts of us all turn backwards
To where he is left alone.
We sing up a little louder,
We know that we feel bereft,
We’re leaving the camp together,
And only one of us left.
The only one, out of many,
And each must come to his end,
I wish I could stop this singing,
He happened to be my friend.
We’re falling back from the Gomal
We’re marching on Apozai,
And pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
Perhaps the feast will taste bitter,
The lips of the girls less kind,–
Because of Rahimut-Ullah,
The man who is left behind!
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Phillis The Queen O’ The Fair:
- Robert Burns: Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell: On Returning a Newspaper.
- Encounter In The Chestnut Avenue by Rainer Maria Rilke
- A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen by William Cowper
- On Flatteries (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Николай Языков – Весна
- Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Корнилов – Останкинская башня
- I closed my eyes to creation by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Lover’s Gifts LII: Tired of Waiting by Rabindranath Tagore
- How To Paint A Water Lily by Ted Hughes
- Song Of The Colours By Taj Mahomed
- The Ghosts of past, the Angels of future by Vyshnav Shabu Nair
- Ольга Берггольц – Покуда небо сумрачное меркнет
- Валерий Брюсов – К Пасифае. Сонет
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- What is Creativity Anyway and How Come the Human Mind is So Good at It?
- Poetry and the Power of Words
- Stop Looking For Broken Heart Poems and Quotes and Win Your Ex Back Instead!
- How to Become an Inspiration
- Finding Your Creative Self
- English Literature for Shaping Your Ideas
- Towards Understanding, Through Poetry
- Creativity Leads to Family Enrichment
- Heal Your Broken Heart With Heart Touching Poems
- Poetry of Our Time
- Quietness, Something to Consider… Or Not (2 Poems)
- Kids and Teens and the Phone: Creative Solutions for Your Family
- Teaching Children to Write by Free Writing
- The Dawn Of American Literature
- Seven Deadly Signs of Poetry Scams
- The Key Role of Creativity in Advertising
- Development of Indian English Poetry
- Funny Networking Poem and Do’s and Don’ts
- City Times and Other Poems
- Flowers notebook
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.