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:
- Sonnet 03: Canzone poem – John Milton poems
- The Gateway
- Compassion poem – Amey Deshpande poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Корнилов – В Македонии
- Николай Карамзин – Часто здесь в юдоли мрачной
- At The Wedding March poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Human Spirit by Shawn Ervin
- Dancing by Robert Hass
- A Tulip Garden poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Марш веселых ребят
- Nomenclature
- Mutability by William Wordsworth
- In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Imitation of Chaucer poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- К 8-му марта
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
- Evenén in the Village by William Barnes
- Evenèn, An’ Maidens Out At Door by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–Two Farms In Woone by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–The Veäiries by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–The Times by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–The ‘Lotments by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–The Common A-Took In by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–The Best Man In The Vield by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–Racketèn Joe by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–John, Jealous At Shroton Feäir by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–John An’ Thomas by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–Come And Zee Us In The Zummer by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–A Ghost by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–A Bit O’ Sly Coorten by William Barnes
- Early Risèn by William Barnes
- Early Pla Meäte by William Barnes
- Don’t Ceäre by William Barnes
- A Do’set Sale by William Barnes
- Day’s Work A-Done by William Barnes
- Daniel Dwithen, The Wise Chap by William Barnes
More external links (open in a new tab):
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Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
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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.