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:
- Dialogue En Route by Sylvia Plath
- On the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. by Robert Burns
- Жан де Лафонтен – Виноградник и Олень
- Нина Воронель – Меня пугает власть моя над миром
- About Troy poem – Zbigniew Herbert poems | Poetry Monster
- Sonnet. On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- A song of living poem – Amelia Burr poems | Poems and Poetry
- Now Finale to the Shore. by Walt Whitman
- Sweeney Erect by T. S. Eliot
- Love’s Paradox by Vishü Rita Krocha
- I closed my eyes to creation by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Станислав Востоков – Не хочется отцу и маме
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth
- A Woman Homer Sung by William Butler Yeats
- On Glenriddell’s Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment by Robert Burns
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
- Time’s Defence poem – Alfred Austin
- Through Liberty To Light poem – Alfred Austin
- Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel poem – Alfred Austin
- Though All The World poem – Alfred Austin
- The Wind Speaks poem – Alfred Austin
- The White Pall Of Peace poem – Alfred Austin
- The Spring-Time, O The Spring–Time poem – Alfred Austin
- “`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Silent Muse poem – Alfred Austin
- The Season poem – Alfred Austin
- The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman “Round-Robin” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Poet And The Muse poem – Alfred Austin
- The Passing Of The Primroses poem – Alfred Austin
- The Passing Of The Century poem – Alfred Austin
- The Passing Of Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- The Owl And The Lark poem – Alfred Austin
- The Old Land And The Young Land poem – Alfred Austin
- The Lover’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- The Last Redoubt poem – Alfred Austin
- “The lark confinèd in his cage” poem – Alfred Austin
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.