Arabic Comments

I thought pain had no tongue. Or every tongue at once, supreme translator, sieve. I admit my shame. To live on the brink of Arabic, tugging its rich threads without understanding....Pain is like that unseen powerful entity, wrapes thoroughly whole mind which is the pure driver of body and life; Poetic expression showed here that pain how bitterly pervaded all over the human life……impressive poem penned; I enjoyed

Yes unless and until you know Arabic how can you know the pain as they are loaded with burdens on the back.... Simply a beauty adorned with the truth and words unique 10+++

I thought pain had no tongue. Or every tongue at once, supreme translator, sieve. I admit my shame. To live on the brink of Arabic, tugging very fine poem. tony

I thought pain had no tongue. Or every tongue at once, supreme translator, sieve. - - - -An awesome poem- - Pain can be felt and expressed without the help of any language.

I thought pain had no tongue. Or every tongue at once, supreme translator, sieve. - - - -An awesome poem- - Pain can be felt and expressed without the help of any language.

Tug, rug, mug! Muse of the Arabic Language! ! Living on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

You write wonderful poetry from your experience of travelling the world. This is a masterpiece and very emotionally strong write. Loved it. 'I thought pain had no tongue. Or every tongue at once, supreme translator, sieve. I admit my shame. To live on the brink of Arabic, tugging its rich threads without understanding how to weave the rug…I have no gift. The sound, but not the sense.'.. is wonderful write. Thanks.

Nice one...i liked it, , clear 10 The Language-No barrier Wednesday,29th July 2020 you touch the heart of a man and speak some kind words as a human there shall be no surprise when mind reads some promises Dr.Jadia Hasmukh

Naomi Shihab Nye has a very awesome and unique talent and the way she sees the world around herself teaches us to see better the world around us. Greatness lives in her pen. I'll work on it, feeling sad for his good strict heart, but later in the slick street hailed a taxi by shouting Pain! and it stopped in every language and opened its doors.