The Recognition of Śakuntalā 6.17

6.17

kāryā saikatalīnahaṃsamithunā srotovahā mālinī
pātās tām abhito niṣaṇṇahariṇā gaurīguroḥ pāvanāḥ /
śākhālambitavalkalasya ca taror nirmātum icchāmy adhaḥ
śṛṅge kṛṣṇamṛgasya vāmanayanaṃ kaṇḍūyamānāṃ mṛgīm //
vidūṣaka (ātmagatam) yathāhaṃ paśyāmi pūritavyam anena citraphalakaṃ lambakūrcānāṃ tāpasānāṃ kadambaiḥ /
rājā vayasya anyac ca / śakuntalāyāḥ prasādhanam abhipretam atra vismṛtam asmābhiḥ /
vidūṣaka kim iva /
sānumatī vanavāsasya saukmāryasya vinayasya ca yat sadṛśaṃ bhaviṣyati /

The stream of Malini, and on its sands
The swan-pairs resting; holy foot-hill lands
Of great Himalaya's sacred ranges, where
The yaks are seen; and under trees that bear
Bark hermit-dresses on their branches high,
A doe that on the buck's horn rubs her eye.

Clown (aside). To hear him talk, I should think he was going to fill up the picture with heavy-bearded hermits.

King. And another ornament that Shakuntala loved I have forgotten to paint.

Clown. What?

Mishrakeshi. Something natural for a girl living in the forest.