SB 10.31.2
sarad-udasaye sadhu-jata-sat-
sarasijodara-sri-musa drsa
surata-natha te ’sulka-dasika
vara-da nighnato neha kim vadhah
Translation:
O Lord of love, in beauty Your glance excels the whorl of the finest, most perfectly formed lotus within the autumn pond. O bestower of benedictions, You are killing the maidservants who have given themselves to You freely, without any price. Isn’t this murder?
Purport:
In the autumn season, the whorl of the lotus has a special beauty, but that unique loveliness is surpassed by the beauty of Krsna’s glance.