The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.15

7.15

rājā hamatas tejaso bījaṃ bālo 'yaṃ pratibhāti me /
sphuliṅgāvasthayā vahnir edhāpakṣa iva sthitaḥ //
prathamā vatsa enaṃ bālamṛgendraṃ muñca / aparaṃ te krīḍanakaṃ dāsyāmi /
bāla kutra / dehy etat / (iti hastaṃ prasārayati)

King (in surprise).

The boy is seed of fire
Which, when it grows, will burn;
A tiny spark that soon
To awful flame may turn.

First woman. Let the little lion go, dear. I will give you another plaything.

Boy. Where is it? Give it to me. (He stretches out his hand.)