Pani dya pani trishita mi
Water, give me water, I am thirsty
To the hills you did not take me
Or wash me in the river
You did not set my feet on holy paths
You did not cover my pain with gold
Or drown it out with sound
You did not ask me to walk alone
Holy river after river
You ease my suffering mind
You ease my suffering mind
Water pours into these wastelands
Your streams in a desert dry
Pani dya pani trishita mi
Water, give me water, I am thirsty
Nako kuvyaché nako nadeeché
Aanil zari koni
trishita mi
Dya aisé ki trisha na lagé
Peeta zé phiruni
trishita mi
Pani dya pani trishita mi