Gita Govinda 2.3.13

2.3.13

bhrū-cāpe nihitaḥ kaṭākṣa-viśikhaḥ nirmātu marma-vyathām
śyāma-ātmā kuṭilaḥ karotu kabarī-bhāraḥ api māra-udyamam /
moham tāvat ayam ca tanvi tanutām bimba-adharaḥ rāgavān
sat-vṛtta-stana-maṇḍalaḥ tava katham prāṇaiḥ mama krīḍati //

Let the side-glance arrow set upon the bow of her brow inflict a wound in my heart;
let her dark and winding mass of braid also strive to kill me;
and let her passionate, bimba-red lip spread confusion, O slender girl;
yet how is it that your well-rounded orb of breasts plays with my life?