Gita Govinda 2.10.2

2.10.2

If you speak even a little, the moonlight of the radiance of your teeth
dispels the terrible darkness of fear;
let the cakora-bird of my eyes delight
in the moon of your face for the nectar of your trembling lips!
O beloved of charming nature, abandon your groundless pride toward me!
At once the fire of Madana burns my heart;
grant me the drink of the honey from your lotus mouth!