''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.''

''Birds have no country,
Fishes no country.
Rivers count no Army, no Border.

Showing thumbs to all raising guns and mighty kings,
the rivers move running, tearing all barbed wires
of the Border.

O Man, where have you got the Border
and the border-guards?''

''You say that you love Man.
But when the poor come at your door,
You turn your face aside.

You say you love revolution.
But when revolution calls you,
You fall asleep.''

''An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world,
and asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? '
I told him the name of the earth.

The boy looked at the corners of the earth
and with wonder and pain, seeing the towns and paths
full of corpses and heart-rending bloods
he further said,
'Tell me how man lives in this hell.'

I said to him, 'Oh, it's a shame!
Where is man in this hell? '''

''When people detest war and death
like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell
which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia, -
that habitation then can be called a country of worthless people
where the sun should not rise ever, it should not rain
and crops should not grow in the fields.''

''Toiletries are not necessary for your beauty,
silk-sari and gold ornaments are not necessary;
o flower, which dress you stay in, your beauty
speaks penetrating each cell of your whole body.''

''I can't help offering a basket of snail-kisses
when a woman like a duck stretches her lips wet with sunlight.
When a woman stretches her love-lorn hands, o Yusuf,
I can't refuse her like an impotent male.''

''You and me
me and you
flower-bee
grass and dew.''

''A rose has
bloomed so far,
I get smell,
can't see her.

A rose has
bloomed so high,
Nose gets smell,
can't see Eye.

Daylight comes,
daylight goes;
Sleepless I
love the rose.''

''They are men too like us.
They have the right to live.
They need love very much;
It's our duty to give.''