I hear the bugle blow,
Oh I hear the bugle blow!
At reveille I hear the bugle blow,
At retreat I hear the bugle blow,
Who blows I do not know,
But I hear the bugle blow!
Days gone by speak to me,
Friends fallen, speak to me,
Today we stand wherever may we,
Will be laid tomorrow wherever be we,
So for old time’s sake let’s all rhyme,
On bugle or pipe, our ‘auld lang syne’!
Dhaka
11 October 2015
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Thanks for your comment, EKL, that you've left here after reading the poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is stunningly beautiful! ! ! The rhythm flows through these lines and straight into the readers' heart and soul. Top marks, my new friend!