The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.24

7.24

sutanu hṛdayāt pratyādeśavyalīkam apaitu te
kim api manasaḥ saṃmoho me tadā balavān abhūt /
prabalatamasām evaṃ prāyāḥ śubheṣu hi vṛttayaḥ
srajam api śirasy andhaḥ kṣiptāṃ dhunoty ahiśaṅkayā //
śakuntalā uttiṣṭhatv āryaputraḥ / nūnaṃ me sucaritapratibandhakaṃ purākṛtaṃ teṣu divaseṣu pariṇāmābhimukham āsīd yena sānukrośo 'py āryaputro mayi virasaḥ saṃvṛttaḥ /
(rājottiṣṭhati)
śakuntalā atha katham āryaputreṇa smṛto duḥkhabhāgy ayaṃ janaḥ /

Dear, graceful wife, forget;
Let the sin vanish;
Strangely did madness strive
Reason to banish. Thus blindness works in men,
Love's joy to shake;
Spurning a garland, lest
It prove a snake. (He falls at her feet.)

Shakuntala. Rise, my dear husband. Surely, it was some old sin of mine that broke my happiness--though it has turned again to happiness. Otherwise, how could you, dear, have acted so? You are so kind. (The king rises.) But what brought back the memory of your suffering wife?