O brāhmaṇa, I can simply hear the tinkling of your ankle bells. Within those bells, tittiri birds seem to be chirping among themselves. Although I do not see their forms, I can hear how they are chirping. When I look at your beautiful circular hips, I see they are the lovely color of kadamba flowers, and your waist is encircled by a belt of burning cinders. Indeed, you seem to have forgotten to dress yourself.
Srimad Bhagavata Purana
श्रीमद्भागवतमहापुराणम्
मूल श्लोकः
वाचं परं चरणपञ्जरतित्तिरीणां ब्रह्मन्नरूपमुखरां शृणवाम तुभ्यम् । लब्धा कदम्बरुचिरङ्कविटङ्कबिम्बे यस्यामलातपरिधिः क्व च वल्कलं ते
vācaṃ paraṃ caraṇapañjaratittirīṇāṃ brahmannarūpamukharāṃ śṛṇavāma tubhyam | labdhā kadambaruciraṅkaviṭaṅkabimbe yasyāmalātaparidhiḥ kva ca valkalaṃ te
SB 5.2.10