Out of the trench he goes
Regiment's piper alone
Playing bagpipes
Walking along the top of the trench.
Soldiers hear swirl of pipes
See piper facing enemy fire
Swarm up from the trench
Following him into no-man's land.
Over shell craters through barbwire
German machine guns rake the lines
On they go to swirl of pipes
Many falling never to rise again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good and appropriate for the 100th anniversary of the Great War