Gita Govinda 1.11.23.p3

1.11.23.p3

varāḍi-rāga-yati-tālābhyāṃ gīyate |

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;
Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and--while,

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.