Na Milta Gham to Barbadi ye Afsanay Kahan jatay

[Verse 1]
If grief had never found us, where would our broken stories go?
If the world were only gardens, where would barren places grow?
Every ache leaves an echo, every scar a name,
And the ruins keep the record of the hearts that made them.

[Chorus]
If there were no sorrow, what would these sad tales say?
If the world were all a garden, where would the wastelands lay?

[Verse 2]
Somewhere, a door stays open where a bright hope disappeared,
Somewhere, a silent field holds all the rain we feared.
We call the loss a wasteland, but it still belongs to Earth—
Even grief has somewhere to go; even pain has worth.

[Bridge]
Maybe joy needs shadows just to show its shape,
Maybe every ruin keeps a story from escape.

[Outro]
Let the gardens bloom; let the empty places stay—
Every heart has room for both along the way.