The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.11

1.11

tat sādhukṛtasaṃdhānaṃ pratisaṃhara sāyakam /
ārtatrāṇāya vaḥ śastraṃ na prahartum anāgasi //
rājā eṣa pratisaṃhṛtaḥ (iti yathoktaṃ karoti)

King (bowing low). It is done. (He does so.)

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.