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 Cremona Violin poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The First Thrush by Mary Gilmore
- Владимир Лифшиц – Грустная шутка
- Today by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Языков – Переезд через приморские Альпы
- For Friends Only by W. H. Auden
- Haven Woones Fortune A-Twold by William Barnes
- The Red Lacquer Music-Stand poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Little Of Me by Rabindranath Tagore
- Among The Rice Fields
- Snail Poem by Peter Orlovsky
- Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
- Epigram : On The Inventor Of Gunpowder (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Шекспир – Дыханье мысли и огонь желанья – Сонет 45
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Indifference. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
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
- Николай Языков – Вот яблоки так яблоки, на славу
- Николай Языков – Воспоминание
- Николай Языков – Водопад
- Николай Языков – Виленскому (Не робко пей, товарищ мой)
- Николай Языков – Весна
- Николай Языков – Вечер (Прохладен воздух был)
- Николай Языков – Валдайский узник
- Николай Языков – В. М. Княжевичу (Простите мне простое «ты»)
- Николай Языков – В альбом Ш. К. Фон-дер-Борг (Доверчивый, простосердечной)
- Николай Языков – В. А. Елагину (Светло блестит на глади неба ясной)
- Николай Языков – Услад
- Николай Языков – Тригорское
- Николай Языков – Странный случай
- Николай Языков – Стансы (В час, как деву молодую)
- Николай Языков – Сомнение
- Николай Языков – Сказка о пастухе и диком вепре
- Николай Языков – Сержант Сурмин
- Николай Языков – С. П. Шевыреву (Тебе хвала, и честь, и слава)
- Николай Языков – Романс (Угрюм стоит дремучий лес)
- Николай Языков – Романс (Красой небесною прекрасна)
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.