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:
- The Black Hawk War of the Artists by Vachel Lindsay
- Wolves by Mary Bone
- Valley-dawn by Sunil Sharma
- Яков Полонский – Неотвязная
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 04 – part 03 by Torquato Tasso
- Владимир Маяковский – Поэт рабочий
- Федор Сологуб – Лиловато-розовый закат
- Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford
- A Japanese Wood-Carving poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Утренние песни
- The house where I was born (07) by Yves Bonnefoy
- Drinking While Driving by Raymond Carver
- Moonsong At Morning by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Языков – Песнь баяна (Люблю смотреть на месяц ясной)
- The Haunted House by Thomas Hood
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
- Lines on the Fall of Fyers by Robert Burns
- Lines on the Author’s Death by Robert Burns
- Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer by Robert Burns
- Lines on Fergusson, the Poet by Robert Burns
- Lines Inscribed under Fergusson’s Portrait by Robert Burns
- Lines Inscribed in a Lady’s Pocket Almanack by Robert Burns
- Lament For Culloden by Robert Burns
- John Barleycorn: A Ballad by Robert Burns
- John Barleycorn by Robert Burns
- John Anderson by Robert Burns
- Inscription to Miss Graham of Fintry by Robert Burns
- Inscription to Jessie Lewars by Robert Burns
- Inscription to Chloris by Robert Burns
- inscription on Mr. Syme’s crystal goblet by Robert Burns
- Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson the Poet by Robert Burns
- Inscription at Friars’ Carse Hermitage by Robert Burns
- Inscribed on a Work of Hannah More’s by Robert Burns
- Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday by Robert Burns
- Impromptu on Carron Iron Works by Robert Burns
- Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell by Robert Burns
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.