Gita Govinda 2.10.13

2.10.13

This lower lip has kinship with the radiance of the bandhūka flower; the smooth cheek shines with the luster of the madhūka blossom, O passionate girl; / the eye steals away the loveliness of the blue lotus; the nose approaches the realm of the sesamum bloom, O you whose teeth gleam like jasmine blossoms, my love; / surely by serving your face, that flower-weaponed god conquers the universe.