Gita Govinda 1.1.48

1.1.48

nijotsaṅga-vasad-bhujaṅga-kavala-kleśād iveśācalaṃ prāleya-plavanecchayānusarati śrī-khaṇḍa-śailānilaḥ |
NOTE: {adryotsaṅgaadyotsaṅga- iti ni-pāṭhāntaraḥ.}
kiṃ ca snigdha-rasāla-mauli-mukulāny ālokya harṣodayād unmīlanti kuhūḥ kuhūr iti kalottālāḥ pikānāṃ giraḥ ||

For the cloud that veils the fountains
Underneath the Sandal mountains,
How--as if the sunshine drew
All its being to the blue--
It takes flight, and seeks to rise
High into the purer skies,
High into the snow and frost,
On the shining summits lost!
Ah! and how the Koil's strain
Smites the traveller with pain,--
When the mango blooms in spring,
And "Koohoo," "Koohoo," they sing--
Pain of pleasures not yet won,
Pain of journeys not yet done,
Pain of toiling without gaining,
Pain, 'mid gladness, of still paining.