Lost in Translation's Veil (Sonnet)

  Lost in Translation's Veil

Poetry, a unity of words in flight,
A canvas of emotions, colors so bright,
But meanings get lost when tongues intertwine,
In translation's clasp essence may decline.
 
The melody's cadence, emotion's sweet flow,
In unfamiliar scripts, may falter, lie low,
Nuances whispering in the poet's tongue,
Transformed in translation, like songs left unsung.
 
Yet beauty persists in the language’s dance,
In translations, new stories may enhance,
For languages mix, cultures enrich,
A harmony woven in words so bewitch.
 
So celebrate poems, wherever they're found,
In translations, new worlds of verse are unbound.