Gita Govinda 2.4.21

2.4.21

It is wondrous how, with her body tormented by the burning fever of Kandarpa,
her heart has long grieved amidst thoughts of sandalwood, the moon, and lotus ponds;
yet, overcome by exhaustion, meditating in secret on you alone, her beloved of cooling limbs,
she, wasting away, somehow breathes for a moment.