Gita Govinda 1.7.37

1.7.37

sakala-bhuvana-jana-vara-taruṇena |
vahati na sā rujam atikaruṇena ||

For me, his Angel, only
The sorrow and the smart,
The pale grief sitting on the brow,
The dead hope in the heart;
For me the loss of losing,
For me the ache and dearth;
My king crowned with the wood-flowers!
My fairest upon earth!