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:
- Some Singers And Their Traits poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- Wake Oslo up again by Philo Ikonya
- Олег Григорьев – Участковый стал в двери стучать
- To a Historian. by Walt Whitman
- To Don Quixote, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s A Don Quichotte by T. Wignesan.
- An Epistle to A Friend
- Pioneers! O Pioneers! by Walt Whitman
- Lyfe by Stevens Cadet
- Winter Seascape poem – John Betjeman poems
- An Autumn Picture poem – Alfred Austin
- Madeira From The Sea by Sara Teasdale
- Industrial Lace poem – Alice Fulton
- Eclogue VIII by Virgil
- Khan Zadas Song On The Hillside
- C’est la nuit aveugle by Martine Morillon-Carreau
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
- Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold poem – Alexander Pope
- The Riddle of the World poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 5 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock poem – Alexander Pope
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Summer poem – Alexander Pope
- Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope
- Solitude: An Ode poem – Alexander Pope
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- On a certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope
- Ode on Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- Lines on Curll poem – Alexander Pope
- Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea poem – Alexander Pope
- Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book poem – Alexander Pope
- From an Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope
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.