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