Gita Govinda 1.7.27

1.7.27

caraṇa-kiśalaye kamalā-nilaye nakha-maṇi-gaṇa-pūjite |
bahir-apavaraṇaṃ yāvaka-bharaṇaṃ janayati hṛdi yojite ||

Because still vain
Is love that feeds on shadow; vain, as thou dost,
To look so deep into the phantom eyes
For that which lives not there; and vain, as thou must,
To marvel why the painted pleasure flies,
When the fair, false wings seemed folded for ever
By Jumna's river.