The Hundred Verses of Amaru 1.67

1.67

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

Horripilation broke out on her breasts pressed flat by a tight embrace; / the garment on her lovely hips slipped away in the excess of intense passionate desire; / murmuring in faint syllables: “No, no, proud lover, no more! Enough of me!”— / is she asleep? Is she dead? Has she dissolved into my heart, or melted away entirely?