Gita Govinda 2.6.11

2.6.11

She puts ornaments on her limbs again and again; even when a leaf stirs, / she suspects that you have arrived; she prepares the bed; she meditates for a long time. / Though thus absorbed in a hundred games of dressing, doubting, bed-making, and imagining, / without you this fair-limbed woman will not survive the night.