Every language has words that defy translation. Take "saudade" in Portuguese or Galician. Or "fado." Go to a standard dictionary, and "saudade" appears as "nostalgia" or "longing." In reality, a native speaker will tell you "saudade" means a kind of indefinable melancholy for people, places or things that may only exist in the imagination, and "fantasy" will not even come close. "Fado" is an art form, defined as a mournful or fatalistic Portuguese folk song. Perhaps "flamenco" is familiar, but is Andalusian, and therefore, Spanish, and probably based on Sephardic or Roma folk tales and songs. It, too, is unforgettable upon hearing in some dark cave in Sevilla, in Southern Spain, but it is not "saudade" or "fado," although the subject matter may sometimes overlap. Sometimes the only way to learn is to listen, because the entire genre, let alone, the language, is not easily rendered in another culture. Readers of Dante's "Divine Comedy" are sometimes told, "learn Italian." That may not seem terribly helpful, but, honestly, it is accurate.