There is no Jesus more who will absorb
All the sins into his cross;
There is no Gautama more who will play
Day and night the flute of wisdom
Sitting under the shade of the Bodhi Tree;
There is no Krishna more who will pour down
The cloud of love into Radha's thirsty eyes;
There is no Mohammad more who will rush
To save you from the clutch of hungry Fire.
O Man, O Horse, O Bull,
Remember, there is no prophet more;
Remember, except a love-lorn poet,
There is no savior more.