saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori
anmol najuk achuti puri gagariya mori
gagariya mori gagariya mori
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori

panghat pe mohe der lagi to
panghat pe mohe der lagi to taane dengi natkhat sakhiya
saari batiya kah jayegi laaz ki mari bairan ankhiya
jab ye sochu jiya tharraye pasina aaye
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori

sanjh savera paniya bharan ko
sanjh savera paniya bharan ko hai barso se aana jana
dagar khoke toh se milan ab na rahega koi bahana
khali hatho me kya bhar jau yahi mar jaye

saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori
anmol najuk achuti pori gagariya mori
saiya tore panghat pe ho gayi chori

My Beloved, at your well, a theft transpired,
A precious vessel, pristine, entire, was pilfered.
My vessel, my vessel, stolen it was,
My Beloved, at your well, a theft transpired.

Delayed at the well, the gossips gather,
Those mischievous friends, their tongues like knives,
They'll whisper tales, shame in their eyes,
Thinking this, my heart trembles, sweat appears.
My Beloved, at your well, a theft transpired.

Mornings and evenings, I'd come for water,
For years, the path, a familiar friend,
Now, losing my way, no excuse to meet you,
Empty-handed, what shall I fill, here I die.

My Beloved, at your well, a theft transpired,
A precious vessel, pristine, entire, was pilfered.
My Beloved, at your well, a theft transpired.