The Hundred Verses of Amaru 1.147

1.147

aṅgulyagranakhena bāṣpasalilaṃ vikṣipya vikṣipya kiṃ
tūṣṇīṃ rodiṣi kopane bahutaraṃ phūtkṛtya rodiṣyasi |
yasyāste piśunopadeśavacanairmāne'tibhūmiṃ gate
nirviṇṇo'nunayaṃ prati priyatamo madhyasthatāmeṣyate ||(5)

Flicking away your tears time and again with the nail of your fingertip, why
do you weep in silence, angry woman? You will weep much louder, wailing aloud,
when your lover, grown despondent of conciliation
as your amorous petulance exceeds all bounds through the advice of slanderers, turns indifferent.