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:
- Владимир Британишский – В болотах севера Евразии
- Silent consolation by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Robert Burns: Leezie Lindsay: Fragment
- Владимир Костров – Душа, не кайся и не майся
- What Is Woman But A Song! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Федор Сологуб – Высока луна Господня
- Вера Звягинцева – Другу-переводчику
- Юрий Верховский – Судьба с судьбой
- Robert Burns: The Tear-Drop:
- A General Summary by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life by William Shakespeare
- Psalm 06 poem – John Milton poems
- Robert Burns: Mark Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion:
- Off the Turnpike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
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
- Pay your last respects by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- My rains by Vinko Kalinic
- My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic
- My angel’s face by Vinko Kalinić
- Missing Person by Vinita Agrawal
- Mi ha el by Vinko Kalinić
- Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic
- Lets go by Vinko Kalinić
- Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
- Joy of giving by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Instead of farewell by Vinko Kalinić
- If you love the life by Vinko Kalinić
- I don’t want to have you by Vinko Kalinic
- I am your friend by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
- House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
- Hey! Mr.Pothole by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Happy Teacher’s Day by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Get together by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Fear by Vinko Kalinić
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.