Unsi al-Haj
The One who Laughs and Laughs and Laughs
You are the echo when my body calls
tree of abandoned houses
the one who picks for me the words I also pick
at the mention of whose name I lose my words
You are my yearning and my finding out
bride of the soul and instincts
and mother of desires
You are my silent screams and my white mare
that tramples down my night of stars
You carry my sword now in domestic fragments
you who are brighter than the fruit-tree blossom
and stronger than wild fruit
blue lily of pain who laughs and laughs and laughs
Unsi al-Haj
translated by Sargon Boulus and Alistair Elliot
thank you for the photo 
February 28th, 2009 at 21:33
… laughter is the only balsamiferous “thing” to heal all the pain …
What a great post!
You are transcending yourself …………………..
……. so what’s left for me is to give you a deep deep smile!
ya
March 3rd, 2009 at 22:18
If I was your Sufi
I’d just be plain goofy
Make my mornin’ haj
Over tea toast and marge…
April 29th, 2009 at 15:32
Hello, would you know how i can get hold of Unsi Al Hajs email address?
im not on facebook so i cant contact him from there.
Thank you
April 29th, 2009 at 15:50
Hi, I don’t have his email address, but you could contact him via the editor ( Salma Khadra Jayyusi) of Modern Arabic Poetry – An Anthology (1987). hope that helps!
April 30th, 2009 at 09:35
thank you