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:
- Федор Сологуб – Колёса по рельсам гудели
- A Moments Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lonely Burial by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Memory As a Hearing Aid by Tony Hoagland
- Happiness by Stevie Smith
- I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Sudden Light And The Trees by Stephen Dunn
- Intrigued with Evening by Jelaluddin Rumi
- Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever by Robert Burns
- There is a Community of Spirit by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Development of Indian English Poetry
- Eclogue VIII by Virgil
- Song—Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive by Robert Burns
- Ольга Берггольц – К сердцу Родины руку тянет
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo :
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
- Robert Burns: Sappho Redivivus: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Pegasus At Wanlockhead:
- Robert Burns: Ode, Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald Of Auchencruive:
- Robert Burns: Robin Shure In Hairst:
- Robert Burns: Versicles On Sign-Posts :
- Robert Burns: The Henpecked Husband:
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Year 1788:
- Robert Burns: The Poet’s Progress : A Poem In Embryo
- Robert Burns: Written In Friars Carse Hermitage: On Nithside
- Robert Burns: The Parting Kiss:
- Robert Burns: My Bonie Mary:
- Robert Burns: Auld Lang Syne:
- Robert Burns: It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonie Face:
- Robert Burns: I Reign In Jeanie’s Bosom:
- Robert Burns: The Fall Of The Leaf:
- Robert Burns: A Mother’s Lament For the Death of Her Son.:
- Robert Burns: O, Were I On Parnassus Hill:
- Robert Burns: The Day Returns:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry: Requesting a Favour
- Robert Burns: The Fete Champetre:
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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.