potatoes and poetry

I said good-bye to my grandson in French, and then in Spanish just for fun. Aren't other languages intriguing? I wish I had a second one. When people try to express themselves in another tongue, there is an expression that, "something is lost in the translation," but I think sometimes the opposite is true.
Potato, becomes pomme de terre in French, apple of the earth. Now that's poetry in any language.