Yes, many have heard the names: when the Impis roared them out as they charged in battle, I have felt the mountains shake and seen the waters quiver in their sound.

But where are they now?
Silence has them, and the white men write them down in books.

I opened the gates of distance for the holders of the names.
They passed through and they are gone beyond.

I cut the strings that tied them to the world.

They fell off.