The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.32

7.32

śāpād asi pratihatā smṛtirodharūkṣe bhartary apetatamasi prabhutā tava eva /
chāyā na mūrchati malopahataprasāde śuddhe tu darpaṇatale sulabhāvakāśā //
rājā yathā āha bhagavān /
mārīca vatsa kaccid abhinanditas tvayā vidhivad asmābhir anuṣṭhitajātakarmā putra eṣa śākuntaleyaḥ /
rājā bhagavann atra khalu me vaṃśapratiṣṭhā / (iti bālaṃ hastena gṛhṇāti)

The curse it was that brought defeat and pain;
The darkness flies; you are his queen again.
Reflections are not seen in dusty glass,
Which, cleaned, will mirror all the things that pass.

King. It is most true, holy one.

Kashyapa. My son, I hope you have greeted as he deserves the son whom Shakuntala has borne you, for whom I myself have performed the birth-rite and the other ceremonies.

King. Holy one, the hope of my race centres in him.