Gaha Sattasai 74

74

daḍhamaṇṇudūmiāi vi gahio daïammi pechaha imīe /
osaraï vāluāmuṭṭhio vva māṇo surasuraṃto /

Though tormented by deep resentment, look, when her beloved was grasped by her,
her loving anger slipped away, rustling like a fistful of sand.