The Recognition of Śakuntalā 6.11

6.11

tava sucaritam aṅgulīya nūnaṃ
pratanu mameva vibhāvyate phalena /
aruṇanakhamanoharāsu tasyāś
cyutam asi labdhapadaṃ yad aṅgulīṣu //
sānumatī yady anyahastagataṃ bhavet satyam eva śocanīyaṃ bhavet /
vidūṣaka bhoḥ iyaṃ nāmamudrā kenodghātena tatrabhavatyā hastābhyāsaṃ prāpitā /
sānumatī mama api kautūhalenākārita eṣaḥ /
rājā śrūyatām / svanagarāya prasthitaṃ māṃ priyā sabāṣpam āha kiyaccireṇāryaputraḥ pratipattiṃ dāsyatīti /

Your virtue, ring, like mine,
Is proved to be but small;
Her pink-nailed finger sweet
You clasped. How could you fall?

Mishrakeshi. If it were worn on any other hand, it would deserve pity. My dear girl, you are far away. I am the only one to hear these delightful words.

Clown. Tell me how you put the ring on her finger.

Mishrakeshi. He speaks as if prompted by my curiosity.

King. Listen, my friend. When I left the pious grove for the city, my darling wept and said: "But how long will you remember us, dear?"