The Hundred Verses of Amaru 1.110

1.110

ālambyāṅgaṇavāṭikāparisare cūtadrume mañjarīṃ
sarpatsāndraparāgalampaṭaraṭadbhṛṅgāṅganāśobhinīm |
manye svāṃ tanumuttarīyaśakalenācchādya bālā sphurat-
kaṇṭhadhvānanirodhakampitakucaśvāsodgamā roditi ||76||(78)

Clinging to a mango blossom near the courtyard garden, / lovely with female bees humming and greedy for the spreading thick pollen, / I imagine the young girl weeps, covering her body with a corner of her upper garment, / her breasts trembling with the rising breath from choking back the cries rising in her throat. ||76||(78)