Gita Govinda 1.7.31

1.7.31

anila-tarala-kuvalaya-nayanena |
tapati na sā kiśalaya-śayanena ||

"By him whose eyes are blue lotuses fluttering in the wind, / she does not burn on a bed of sprout-leaves,

She, not Radha, wins the crown
Whose false lips seemed dearest;
What was distant gain to him
When sweet loss stood nearest?
Love her, therefore, lulled to loss
On her fatal bosom;
Love her with such love as she
Can give back in the blossom.

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sakhi yā ramitā vana-mālinā ||dhruva-padam ||

O confidante, she who is enjoyed by the wearer of wild-flower garlands! ||Refrain