Gita Govinda 1.3.15

1.3.15

tāni sparśa-sukhāni te ca taralāḥ snigdhā dṛśor vibhramās tad-vaktrāmbuja-saurabhaṃ sa ca sudhā-syandi girāṃ vakrimā |
sa bimbādhara-mādhurīti viṣayāsaṅge'pi cen mānasaṃ tasyāṃ lagna-samādhi hanta viraha-vyādhiḥ kathaṃ vardhate ||

The heaving of thy lovely, angry bosom,
Pant to my spirit things unseen, unsaid;
But if thy touch, thy tones, if the dark blossom
Of thy dear face, thy jasmine-odours shed
From feet to head,
If these be all with me, canst thou be far--be fled?