Emotions Of Languages

I wish I knew Persian,

To read what Rumi wrote,

His real feelings,

To feel the real essence,

Of his emotions,

And not the translated versions of it.

I wish I knew Arabic,

So I could read Mahmoud Darwish’s raw emotions,

When he wrote about meeting his lover after a year and a war,

And the war would only end when they met,

And feel every word as it pierced my heart more than they did when I read it in English.

I wish I knew all the languages of the world,

To read, to speak, to express,

Every bit of all the emotions I feel,

That I cannot express in my own mother tongue,

For maybe my mother tongue never taught me,

The emotions of another language.