 मथितामृतफेनाभमरजोवस्त्रमुत्तमम्।सलीलमनुकर्षन्तं विमुक्तं सक्तमङ्गदे।। 
 He was playfully pulling up his upper garment that slipped and stuck to his armlet. This excellent unsoiled robe was looking like the foam of churned nectar. 