Gita Govinda 1.3.12

1.3.12

pāṇau mā kuru cūta-sāyakam amuṃ mā cāpam āropaya kṛīḍā-nirjita-viśva mūrcchita-janāghātena kiṃ pauruṣam |
tasyā eva mṛgī-dṛśo manasija preṇkhat-katākṣāśuga-śreṇī-jarjaritaṃ manāg api mano nādyāpi sandhukṣate ||

Makes me like Shiva that thou, Lord of Love!
Shouldst strain thy string at me and fit thy dart;
This world is thine--let be one breast thereof
Which bleeds already, wounded to the heart
With lasting smart,
Shot from those brows that did my sin reprove.