Gita Govinda 1.1.43

1.1.43

keli-kalā-kutukena ca kācid amuṃ yamunā-jala-kūle |
mañjula-vañjula-kuñja-gataṃ vicakarṣa kareṇa dukūle ||

And one with arch smile beckons him away from Jumna's banks,
Where the tall bamboos bristle like spears in battle-ranks,
And plucks his cloth to make him come into the mango-shade,
Where the fruit is ripe and golden, and the milk and cakes are laid:
Oh! golden-red the mangoes, and glad the feasts of Spring,
And fair the flowers to lie upon, and sweet the dancers sing.