As long as the sun and moon shine in the firmament, may the noble fame of Sita-Rama remain abundant. As long as the stream of Ganga spreads across the earth, may this enchantment of Manmohan endure.
Kuṇḍaliyā
Eyes behold the beauty of eyes and become drenched in rasa, like honey. Lover and beloved are alike filled to overflowing with the sweetest affection. Having tasted that sweet affection, the eyes preserve not even the slightest reserve; utterly helpless, they appear as though dipped in honey. A wise companion offers sound counsel and tries to make them understand, but those intoxicated eyes will not heed a single sweet word. (1)
Where the eyes have struck, the heart races and writhes; nothing can be seen outside, while within everything is shattered. The heart breaks apart within and sigh follows upon sigh; Kama twists and burns it in the fierce heat of separation. Wounded day and night, the mind finds no peace; the face loses all its color once those lovely eyes have struck. (2)
Eye-arrows filled with rasa pierce the heart without pity; the pang throbs in the breast, and the mind cannot hold firm. The mind cannot hold firm; the whole body trembles. Wave upon wave rises with terrible force as poison spreads through every limb.