Gita Govinda 2.10.7

2.10.7

Surpassing the land-growing lotus, delighting my heart,
creating an extraordinary beauty in the theater of love—
tell me, O sweet-voiced woman, shall I make your lotus foot
passionate with fresh, gleaming red lac?
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!