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"Abbottabad" is a poem by Major James Abbott (1807–1896) who wrote the work about his experience of living in the area before leaving it. He was impressed by beauty of the area. The Pakistani city Abbottabad, which he founded (then capital of the Hazara District of British India), is named after him.〔Isobel Shaw, ''Pakistan Handbook'', Hong Kong, Local Colour Limited, (1998) p.519〕 A plaque commemorating his poem is displayed at Lady Garden Park within the city.〔http://www.panoramio.com/photo/21593241〕 ==Poem text== I remember the day when I first came here And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air The trees and ground covered with snow Gave us indeed a brilliant show To me the place seemed like a dream And far ran a lonesome stream The wind hissed as if welcoming us The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss And the tiny cuckoo sang it away A song very melodious and gay I adored the place from the first sight And was happy that my coming here was right And eight good years here passed very soon And we leave you perhaps on a sunny noon Oh Abbottabad we are leaving you now To your natural beauty do I bow Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear My gift for you is a few sad tears I bid you farewell with a heavy heart Never from my mind will your memories thwart 抄文引用元・出典: フリー百科事典『 ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 ■ウィキペディアで「Abbottabad (poem)」の詳細全文を読む スポンサード リンク
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