The Hundred Verses of Amaru 1.223

1.223

gāḍhāliṅganavāmanīkṛtakucaprodbhinnaromodgamā
sāndrasneharasātirekavigalatśrīmannitambāmbarā |
mā mā mānada māti māmalamiti kṣāmākṣarollāpinī
suptā kiṃ nu mṛtā nu kiṃ manasi me līnā vilīnā nu kim ||36||(40)

Her breasts pressed flat in a tight embrace, bristling with horripilation,
the garment slipping from her lovely hips through an excess of intense passion,
whispering in feeble syllables: "No, no, proud lover, do not, me, no more, enough!"—
did she fall asleep, or die, or dissolve, or merge into my heart? ||36||(40)