The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.8

7.8

śailānām avarohatīva śikharād unmajjatāṃ medinī
parṇābhyantaralīnatāṃ vijahati skandhodayāt pādapāḥ /
saṃtānais tanubhāvanaṣṭasalilā vyaktiṃ bhajanty āpagāḥ
kenāpy utkṣipateva paṣya bhuvanaṃ matpārśvam ānīyate //
mātali sādhu dṛṣṭam / (sabahumānam avalokya) aho udāraramaṇīyā pṛthivī /
rājā mātale katamo 'yaṃ pūrvāparasamudrāvagāḍhaḥ kanakarasanisyandī sāṃdhya meghaparighaḥ sānumān ālokyate /

The plains appear to melt and fall
From mountain peaks that grow more tall;
The trunks of trees no longer hide
Nor in their leafy nests abide;
The river network now is clear,
For smaller streams at last appear:
It seems as if some being threw
The world to me, for clearer view.

Matali. You are a good observer, O King. (He looks down, awe-struck.) There is a noble loveliness in the earth.

King. Matali, what mountain is this, its flanks sinking into the eastern and into the western sea? It drips liquid gold like a cloud at sunset.