The Recognition of Śakuntalā 6.8

6.8

munisutāpraṇayasmṛtirodhinā
mama ca muktam idaṃ tamasā manaḥ /
manasijena sakhe prahariṣyatā
dhanuṣi cūtaśaraś ca niveśitaḥ //
vidūṣaka tiṣṭha tāvat / anena daṇḍakakāṣṭhena kandarpabāṇaṃ nāśayiṣyāmi / (iti daṇḍakāṣṭham udyamya cūtāṅkuraṃ pātayitum icchati)

No sooner did the darkness lift
That clouded memory's power,
Than the god of love prepared his bow
And shot the mango-flower. No sooner did the ring recall
My banished maiden dear,
No sooner do I vainly weep
For her, than spring is here.

Clown. Wait a minute, man. I will destroy Love's arrow with my stick. (He raises his stick and strikes at the mango branch.)