Gita Govinda 2.9.10

2.9.10

Since you are harsh to one who is affectionate, stiff when he bows, full of hate when he loves,
and avert your face when he looks toward you, toward that beloved;
it is fitting, O woman of contrariness, that for you sandalwood paste is poison,
the cool-rayed moon is the scorching sun, snow is fire, and the pleasures of play are torments.