Loss sounds the same in every language. It is not like 'love' which is whispered, amour which is exhaled in a breath of smoke, or ai which is demanded. Loss is a lonely man in a pub singing to himself, perte is the pain that drives her to draw constellations on her skin and shi is an infinitely sad poem written to someone who will never see it.

Loss is the empty
           space between love and
  your fingertips

that translates the same in any tongue.