The only language of loss left in the world is Arabic-
These words were said to me in a language not Arabic.
Ancestors, you've left me a plot in the family graveyard-
Why must I look, in your eyes, for prayers in Arabic?
Majnoon, his clothes ripped, still weeps for his Laila.
O, this is the madness of the desert, his crazy Arabic.
Who listens to Ishmael? Even now he cries out:
Abraham, throw away your knives, recite a...