'Dekhun Baat' Bangru folk song

A tired wife tells her mother-in-law she’s been waiting since morning for her husband, asking him to leave everything and come see her.

At dawn, I baked the chapatis warm,

And waited, restless, for your son to come.

Each time I see the moon rise high,

My heart aches, and my thoughts fly.

A pot in one hand, a sieve in the other,

I walk to the well, longing for my lover.

Sometimes I hold the pot, sometimes the sieve,

Sometimes his heart, which makes me believe.

I toss the sieve, I shatter the pot,

And fling his life in the well on the spot.

I slipped from the cot, near the pillow I lay,

But that butcher-hearted man had nothing to say.