Gita Govinda 1.6.10

1.6.10

vipula-pulaka-pāliḥ sphīta-sīt-kāram antar-janita-jaḍimam-kāku-vyākulaṃ vyāharantī |
tava kitava vidhāyāmanda-kandarpa-cintāṃ rasa-jala-nidhi-magnā dhyāna-lagnā mṛgakṣī ||

For all so strong in Heaven itself
Is Love, that Radha sits drooping there,
Her beautiful bosoms panting with thought,
And the braids drawn back from her ear.

And--angel albeit--her rich lips breathe
Sighs, if sighs were ever so sweet;
And--if spirits can tremble--she trembles now
From forehead to jewelled feet.

And her voice of music sinks to a sob,
And her eyes, like eyes of a mated roe,
Are tender with looks of yielded love,
With dreams dreamed long ago;

Long--long ago, but soon to grow truth,
To end, and be waking and certain and true;
Of which dear surety murmur her lips,
As the lips of sleepers do: