dilli me mera dil na laga kalkata me mujhe
ghar na mila bombay me dilbar na mila
ghat ghat ka pani piya to aaya tere dware
pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de
dilli me mera dil na laga kalkata me mujhe
ghar na mila bombay me dilbar na mila
ghat ghat ka pani piya to aaya tere dware
pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de

hoth mere hai rangmahal ke darwaje ka tala
rangmahal me chupa rahta hai amrit ras ka piyala
rangmahal ki chabi tu hai tu hi bandan jhatke
rangmahal ki chabi tu hai tu hi bandan jhatke
rangmahal to rahe na suna koi kahi bhi ja fatke
jane bhi de na pyas bujha de pyas bujha de
dilli me mera dil na laga kalkata me mujhe
ghar na mila bombay me dilbar na mila
ghat ghat ka pani piya to aaya tere dware
pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de

mere dil ki sadadili ne kya kya jaal bichaye
kucha kucha galiyo galiyo saalo saal bitaye
mere dil ki sadadili ne kya kya jaal bichaye
kucha kucha galiyo galiyo saalo saal bitaye
jine ke saman ki duhn me jivan bita jaye
savan aaye savan jaye man pyasa raha jaye
man pyasa raha jaye
pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de

baadh aayi to nadi tod kinare nikali
khet to khet the apne ko nahane nikli
baadh ayi to nadi tod kinare nikali
khet to khet the apne ko nahane nikli
apni hi pyas ke chungal me kaha ja pahunchi
rut jo badli to rut jo badli to
rut jo badli to nadi dur bhatak gayi to mujhe raah
dikha de mujhe raah dikha de mujhe raah dikha de
pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de
dilli me mera dil na laga kalkata me mujhe
ghar na mila bombay me dilbar na mila
ghat ghat ka pani piya to aaya tere dware
pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de

savan aaye ya na aaye apna to hai savan
savan aaye ya na aaye apna to hai savan
chhod ke aaya hu apne piche apni janam
chhod ke aaya hu apne piche apni janam
ye jag badle kaya apni jab jab badle mausam
me to jhulu jhule me mere barah mahine savan
me to jhulu jhule me mere barah mahine savan
jane bhi do na pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de
dilli me mera dil na laga kalkata me mujhe
ghar na mila bombay me dilbar na mila
ghat ghat ka pani piya to aaya tere dware
pyas bujha de pyas bujha de meri pyas bujha de

My heart found no home in Delhi, in Calcutta no dwelling,
No love in Bombay did I find.
Drinking water from every ghat, I came to your door,
Quench my thirst, quench, my thirst, quench my thirst.
My heart found no home in Delhi, in Calcutta no dwelling,
No love in Bombay did I find.
Drinking water from every ghat, I came to your door,
Quench my thirst, quench, my thirst, quench my thirst.

My lips, the locked doors of a painted palace,
Within the palace, the hidden chalice of nectar.
You are the key to the palace, you alone break the chains,
You are the key to the palace, you alone break the chains,
Let the painted palace never remain desolate,
No matter where one wanders.
Let it be, let it be, quench my thirst, quench my thirst.
My heart found no home in Delhi, in Calcutta no dwelling,
No love in Bombay did I find.
Drinking water from every ghat, I came to your door,
Quench my thirst, quench, my thirst, quench my thirst.

My heart's naiveté wove webs of desire,
Through streets and lanes, years did I spend.
My heart's naiveté wove webs of desire,
Through streets and lanes, years did I spend.
Lost in the pursuit of life's needs, life slipped by,
The rains may come, the rains may go, the heart remains thirsty.
The heart remains thirsty.
Quench my thirst, quench, my thirst, quench my thirst.

When the flood came, the river broke its banks,
Fields, they were, for their own bathing.
When the flood came, the river broke its banks,
Fields, they were, for their own bathing.
Into the clutches of its own thirst, it wandered afar,
When the season changed, when the season changed,
When the season changed, the river strayed far, show me the way,
Show me the way, show me the way.
Quench my thirst, quench my thirst.
My heart found no home in Delhi, in Calcutta no dwelling,
No love in Bombay did I find.
Drinking water from every ghat, I came to your door,
Quench my thirst, quench, my thirst, quench my thirst.

Whether the rains come or not, my own is the monsoon,
Whether the rains come or not, my own is the monsoon.
I have left behind my beloved,
I have left behind my beloved.
This world changes its form with every changing season,
I swing in the swing, twelve months of monsoon for me.
I swing in the swing, twelve months of monsoon for me.
Let it be, let it be, quench my thirst, quench my thirst, quench my thirst.
My heart found no home in Delhi, in Calcutta no dwelling,
No love in Bombay did I find.
Drinking water from every ghat, I came to your door,
Quench my thirst, quench, my thirst, quench my thirst.