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: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
- Вера Павлова – Зеркало по природе правдиво
- “Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con” by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Смотри, рабочий! Вот о чем сегодня речь (Главполитпросвет №166)
- Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars by Robert Burns
- Иван Козлов – Умирающая Эрменгарда
- The Last Whisper by Nizar Sartawi
- The Wold Waggon by William Barnes
- How To Use Vellum For Your Card Making Ideas
- Projector by Shreekumar Varma
- We embraced and talked about rains by Vinko Kalinic
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 04 – part 03 by Torquato Tasso
- To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned poem – John Keats poems
- In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
- Come Into The Garden, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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
- May You Be Like An Evergreen by Ronald G. Auguste
- Marks Of Disrespect by Graham Rowlands
- Magic Markers by Rose Mary Boehm
- Mad Pirate Marmaduke by Ross D Tyler
- Lunch by Ross D Tyler
- Life Of a Broke Person by Russell James
- Kiss by Ruth Padel
- Jewels Should Sparkle Daily by Ronald G. Auguste
- I See Your Beauty by Ronald G. Auguste
- Herodotus in Egypt Remeber Delos by Ruth Padel
- Flamenco Flamingo by Ross D Tyler
- Falling Action by Ruth Madievsky
- Daryl, My Son by Ronald G. Auguste
- Conversation With My Heart by Russ Pergram
- Conversation 23: On Cause by Rosmarie Waldrop
- Concrete Backyard by Ryssel Guzman
- Camelot & The Greek Widow by Graham Rowlands
- Breath by Ryssel Guzman
- Bobsled by Ruth Madievsky
- Blue Glass by Ross D Tyler
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.