The Hundred Verses of Amaru 1.216

1.216

sandaṣṭādharapallavā sacakitaṃ hastāgramādhunvatī
māmāmuñca śaṭheti kopavacanairānartitabhrūlatā |
śītkārāñcitalocanā sarabhasaṃ yaiścumbitā māninī
prāptaṃ tairamṛtaṃ mudhaiva mathito mūḍhaiḥ suraiḥ sāgaraḥ ||32||(36)

Her sprout-like lower lip bitten, shaking the tip of her hand in alarm,
her creeper-like brows dancing with angry words: "No, no, rogue, let me go!",
her eyes curved in a gasp—those by whom the resentful heroine was impetuously kissed
obtained ambrosia; in vain was the ocean churned by foolish gods! ||32||(36)