The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.10

1.10

na khalu na khalu bāṇaḥ saṃnipātyo 'yam asmin mṛduni mṛgaśarīre puṣparāśāv+ivāgniḥ /
kva bata hariṇakānāṃ jīvitaṃ cātilolaṃ kva ca niśitanipātā vajrasārāḥ śarās te //

Why should his tender form expire,
As blossoms perish in the fire?
How could that gentle life endure
The deadly arrow, sharp and sure? Restore your arrow to the quiver;
To you were weapons lent
The broken-hearted to deliver,
Not strike the innocent.