The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.21

7.21

vasane paridhūsare vasānā niyamakṣāmamukhī dhṛtaikaveṇiḥ /
atiniṣkaruṇasya śuddhaśīlā mama dīrghaṃ virahavrataṃ bibharti //
śakuntalā (paścāt+tāpavivarṇaṃ rājānaṃ dṛṣṭvā) na khalv āryaputra iva / tataḥ ka eṣa idānīṃ kṛtarakṣāmaṅgalaṃ dārakaṃ me gātrasaṃsargeṇa dūṣayati /
bāla (mātaram upetya) mātaḥ eṣa ko 'pi puruṣo māṃ putra ity āliṅgati /
rājā priye krauryam api me tvayi prayuktam anukūlapariṇāmaṃ saṃvṛttaṃ yad aham idānīṃ tvayā pratyabhijñātam ātmānaṃ paśyāmi /
śakuntalā (ātmagatam) hṛdaya samāśvasihi samāśvasihi / parityaktamatsareṇānukampitāsmi daivena / āryaputraḥ khalv eṣaḥ /

The pale, worn face, the careless dress,
The single braid,
Show her still true, me pitiless,
The long vow paid.

Shakuntala (seeing the king pale with remorse. Doubtfully). It is not my husband. Who is the man that soils my boy with his caresses? The amulet should protect him.

Boy (running to his mother). Mother, he is a man that belongs to other people. And he calls me his son.

King. My darling, the cruelty I showed you has turned to happiness. Will you not recognise me?

Shakuntala (to herself). Oh, my heart, believe it. Fate struck hard, but its envy is gone and pity takes its place. It is my husband.