Gita Govinda 1.11.24.p1

1.11.24.p1

harim eka-rasaṃ ciram abhilaṣita-vilāsam |
sā dadarśa guru-harṣa-vaśaṃvada-vadanam anaṅga-nivāsaṃ || [dhru.]

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.